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With the new rules coming into play I will be focusing on what this blog was supposed to be initially, but got sidetracked away from, written erotica. As the new restrictions do not forbid the written word regardless of content, this seems like the perfect incentive to stretch those muscles.
Since I’ve been gone.
I’ve been MIA for awhile. I needed a breather. I needed to take some time to see if this was truly what I wanted and after this break…its it not something I want. It is something I NEED.
I needed a little more control to make things more comfortable for me so instead of him finding someone to talk to I went ahead and set up a dating profile for him just to see how it made me feel. After a week of silence I/he got his first message. I showed him and he liked her pictures. Since I created the profile I could see any messages. They began to talk with my permission and I logged in regularly to read them. The more I read the more I needed.
Then came snap. The first boob pic he got he screen shot. That night he looked at the pic while I sucked him off. Then she sent a video of herself masturbating. I watched in awe at her glistening lips and almost came when she moaned his name. Pretty sure I came more than I ever have when we fucked to the video. He called me her name as I rode him. I needed more and they wanted more. She asked to meet and said ok as long as I was there.
A few days later we drove to her little town and met up at the bar. I sat at the bar while they grabbed a table. From my view I could see right under the table and the little slut had no panties on. She discreetly took his hand and placed it between her legs. I was jealous and wet at the same time as I watched his finger slide into her. When he came to the bar for another round I asked to lick that same finger. God she tasted good. When he went back they went back to flirting and talking.
I went to the bathroom and when I got back to the bar they were full on making out. I stared in awe as their bodies were smashed together and his hands roamed her body. I swear I saw her look back at me and wink. When they came up from air she whispered in his ear. That’s when everything got real.
My BF came up to the bar and told me she wanted to fuck. When I asked where he said he was going to take her to our truck in the alley. I gave him my blessing as long as I could watch.
After they left I snuck out and his behind a dumpster (like I was a piece of trash). I watched her sit on his lap in the passabger seat - my seat - and slowly the truck started rocking. He was inside her. I could hear her but could barely see since the windows were fogging over. Damn this was really happening. I literally held onto the dumpster as I fingered myself to the movement of the truck and her moans.
After she kissed him for about 5 minutes beside the truck and then left. I rode home in the still wet passabger seat. We sat in silence for about 15 minutes until I couldn’t take it and gave him road head. I could taste her on him and came without even being touched.
Since that night we’ve met up 2 more times and it has been amazing each time. He’s only fucked me 2x in the last three weeks and each time she was either on video or he called me her name. So yes….this is what I want.
Hnnngggg
The cuckquean conundrum
Sometimes I get worried. I see him texting a woman about something. He smiles, his eyes light up. We’re out together in public. His attention is not with me though.
What are they talking about?
I lean over to read his phone.
He shoots me that look. That “none of your business/fucking trust me” look.
Sigh
I want you to get that opportunity to connect with other women. To find things you have in common m with them that you don’t have with me.. I want you to develop enough of a relationship that you guys get to fuck.
I don’t wave you to find something with someone that tricks you into thinking the grass is greener on the other side.
Sometimes we fight, we have stress. We work on ourselves, our relationship, our finances. You see me at my worst.
But her? She’s sending you her best.
And I’m worried that you might mistake only seeing that partial picture as seeing a better option.
Just shut up and fuck her.
Yes. god yes. Real talk right here!
This blog did not and will not send requests for bitcoin donations.
There seems to be a virus or some sort of malware going around causing blogs to “send out” chat messages to blogs that they follow asking for help with the purchase of certain items through donations of seemingly small amounts using bitcoin and adds a link to the message.
The message goes as following (at least the first message I got went like this): “Hi there buddy. I need help, I’m trying to buy a laptop and I can’t afford it. I’m about 0.36$ short, and I’d really appreciate if you could help me and transfer some money to me via bitcoin using this *link*.”
The small details in the message seems to have a few variations with the greeting, amount and purchased item showing up in different variations from formal to friendly, from 0.016 to 2$ and from a phone case to a laptop among others.
The blogs that are affected send out the messages to blogs that they follow for a long time mostly, so you are most likely to receive the message from a long time, active follower whose name you might recognize or a mutual etc. The blogs that are affected are not spam bots but actual active followers who follow the recipient for months or years and most likely the blogger who “sent” the message is unaware of the message being sent.
DO NOT OPEN THE LINK.
Opening up the link will cause the virus to spread even more and infect your computer/mobile with any sort of malware.
If you have received a message of that sort from this blog please know that it was not sent by me or within my control and ignore/delete the message without clicking the link.
It All Started With a Lollipop
I remember I had on a short red dress with a keyhole at my bust that night. My hair was straight and I looked and felt amazing. Captain and I decided to go to a club with my girlfriends and we were dancing and having a great time. I saw him glance towards the bar before he went up to get himself a drink and while doing so he grabbed a lollipop and slid it into his mouth. I laughed and continued to dance alone until I noticed him slowly come up behind a woman and push her hair aside while he spoke in her ear intimately. I was frozen in place as I stared, attempting to gauge the situation, when i saw him slip the lollipop into her mouth while catching my eye. My breath hitched and my heart rate sped up. I took a sip of my drink and tasted nothing. He began to move sensually behind her, grasping her hips, keeping his hot mouth near her ear. I could see his lips moving and she quickly looked at me. I couldnt breathe. I had to sit. As they slowly and deliberately gyrated and squirmed in the seat I had taken. My friends were speaking to me and I heard nothing. Playing with the straw of my drink I desperately tried to not stare at them. His hand had made it’s way under her skirt and I could tell by her face he had found his way to her clit. I took a sip and in that moment I watched him going out the door of the club. I felt a tap on my shoulder and she was standing beside me. With a disdainful look she told me to hold her lollipop… the one that was previously his. I shakily grasped it and watched her walk out the door where he was waiting.
Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.
it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?
i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.
it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.
she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching.
it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat.
three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions.
somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.
i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”
i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”
i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”
we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.
the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.
she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing.
the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.
and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.
she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”
recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.
one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.
this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.
this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.
I’m actually sobbing jesus christ
my heart is aching??? this is gorgeous
Wow. Worth the read, don’t scroll.
This is everything.
Everything about how to love.
I was not prepared
What just happened…..
A little unsexy realism here.The biggest advice for cuckqueans and their bulls I can give is to treat your cuckcakes/others with dignity and respect. They aren't your sex toys. They are people with their own needs that will have to be fulfilled and if you treat them as sex objects you will have a hard time finding them.
I think that is why Captain and @50viewsofjay don't find it difficult. Respect people.
Captain is on tour again. He has been gone almost 3 months with a short 2 week break in the middle. This leg of the tour he has been with 4 other women in one capacity or another and still has a few weeks to fuck women before he is home That's a long time to go without the intimacy of reconnection and seems like an even longer time to be desperately wanting to feel him fucking me. I don't know if he will even get in the door before I'm ripping his clothes off and begging him to tell me what their pussy's felt like while I suck him with tears in my eyes
When you are all locked up and have everywhere to go, you make the most out if what you have.
I'm thinking of starting a gofundme to help pay for a fancysteel chastity belt for myself and putting it out on here. Looking for opinions on whether or not it's a good idea
“If you find yourself grinding on something, are you squeezing your thighs together, or wiggling in your seat while driving. Whatever tiny movement you’re doing that causes any pleasure… stop it. And email me instantly. Pull the car over, stop the trolley and pull out your phone. Email me with the heading ‘I AM BEING SELFISH’ then explain exactly what you did and I want a full apology and explanation why you shouldn’t do it.”
“Sometimes I don’t notice I’m doing it Sir”
“You need to be conscious of it. It’s ok to feel desperate, to ache and drip and crave touch or some kind of stimulation. But it’s wrong to indulge in it. Sexual pleasure is for me to experience and you to give. You will instantly stop that movement. Open your legs as wide as possible ensure nothing is touching you. Even if you have to go to the bathroom and strip off and sit with your legs wide on the toilet. You will stop that sensation. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
“Good. Now although you cannot feel that kind of pleasure you can think about it. I want you to think about it. I want you to think about everything you do that makes me feel it. How you lick me, imagine being a man and being licked. Believe me it’s quite lovely. Imagine being able to orgasm many times a day, each time in a different way. Imagine that release and relief I feel every time I cum. That pleasure that shoots through my hard cock. That you get to enjoy tasting, or cleaning up or carrying around inside you. Every time you get the need to touch yourself I want you to think about me. Spread your legs, breath through those selfish wants and think about how it is for a man to enjoy touching himself at any moment. On any whim. Then apologise to me for wanting something that isn’t yours to have. Because if I find that you are sneaking ways to stimulate your arousal I WILL put you in chastity. With a wide, thick, uncomfortable belt that will stop any and all sensations.”
“I understand Sir”
“Good girl, ”
How could I not reblog this?
I don't really post in here as I am still just figuring it out
Updated Library For Kinksters
I completed some major changes to the Library For Kinksters. Here is the update…
Aftercare
Aftercare 101
Aftercare For Dominants
Coping With Emotional Subdrop
Dom Drop
How To Make A Sub Drop Kit
Online Aftercare
sub/Dom Space, sub/Dom Drop and Aftercare
Subdrop and Aftercare
Subspace and Aftercare
Consent
Consent & BDSM
Guide to Consent
Doms, Daddies & Masters
7 Fundamental Characteristics of A Daddy Dom
12 Characteristics Of An Ideal Submissive
25 Things Daddies Should Do For Their Littles
30 Rules For A Modern Gentleman
45 Things A Girl Wants, But Won’t Ask For
50 Rules for Daddies
100 Sweet Things You Can Do For Your Princess
101 Things To Do To Make Your Slave Feel Owned (loved)
Alternative Names For “Daddy”
Alternative Domme Titles
Aspects Of Control
Asserting Ownership - Rules
Daddy Up!
Defining A Daddy Dom
Dominants Need Training Also
Fun Tasks Daddies Can Give Their Littles
Help For New Doms
How (and Why) To Go Down On Your Submissive
How To Be A Good Dominant
How to Find a Submissive
Knowing when to be a Dom and when to be her Man
New to DDLG - A Daddy Dom
Observations On Doms By A Submissive
So you want to be a Dom?
So Your Girlfriend Wants You To Dominate her
Some Little Rules All Daddies Should Know
The Dom Commandments
Things for Daddies to Keep in Mind
What Being A Dom Is About - A Submissive’s Perspective
What does the title Daddy mean?
What is a Daddy Dom?
What is a Daddy Dom Mentor?
What It Means To Be A Dominant
What Makes A Good Dominant
Littles, Subs & Slaves
6 Questions Every Submissive Needs To Ask Her Potential Dominant
7 Common Types of Submissives
10 Tips For Living With A Sadist
10 Things A Dominant Needs From A Submissive
11 Red Flags Of An Abusive Dominant
26 Baby Girl Jobs
50 Things You Can Do For Your Daddy
A Bottom’s Responsibility
A Dominant’s Advice To His Submissive
A Man Who Knows You…
A Good Dom vs. A Bad Dom
Acid Test For Subs
Ask A Million And One Questions
Attraction to DD/lg: A Little’s Perspective
Baby girl or little? A brief introduction
Care and feeding of Daddies
Characteristics Of A Good Daddy
Coaxing The Daddy Dom Out Of Your Partner
Feminist Submissive
Finding Your Dominant
Good Rules For Middles and Littles To Live By
Guide For Young Newbie Sub Girls
How a Dom Behaves Shows How He Will Behave Towards You.
“How do I find Daddy?” A guide to help you safely find the Daddy you’re looking for.
How Does A Submissive Ask for Something from Their Dominant?
How To Find A Dom
How to Take Proper Care of Your Dom
I Solemnly Swear I Will Not Do This To Daddy
Novice Submissives
Physical abuse of littles - it is never OK
Signs Of A Fake ‘Dominant’
Stuff no one tells you about submission, until the spreader bar is on and you are trapped.
Submissives, Learning to Trust Your Instincts
Submissive Pride
Submissive Traits - Intelligence
Things My Dream Daddy Would Say To Me
What is a Little?
When newbie subs, with asinine “doms,” need to run away.
Why I call him Daddy
Your Rights As A Submissive
Long Distance Relationships
10 Ways To Survive A Long Distance Relationship
Getting The Most Out Of A Long Distance Relationship
How To Make Long Distance Relationships Work
Long Distance Relationships - Tools To Cope
Long Distance Relationships (LDR) Contemplation: Sticking with plans
The Long Distance D/s Relationship
Mental Health
BDSM practitioners ‘healthier and less neurotic’ than ‘vanilla’ peers
Body image & BDSM
How to Get Over Feeling Sad
Is BDSM normal?
Love your Vulva – a self-esteem guide to your sensitive bits!
Managing bipolar disorder in a D/S relationship
Meditation And Mindfulness
On Cutting
Steps For Letting Go of Painful Memories
Things to Do When You’re Anxious, Scared, or Just Need a Distraction
Tips for Recovering from Codependency
What Are Anxiety Disorders? (Infographic)
Why Do I Feel Unloveable?
Relationships
10 Habits of Happy Couples
10 Top Communication Mistakes
10 Types of Emotional Manipulators
12 Relationship Truths We Often Forget
50 Best Ways To Say “I Love You”
BDSM Breakups: All Good Things Must Come to an End
BDSM: Control Goes Both Ways
Collars and Collaring - A Personal Perspective
Communication Is Key
Concept Daddy Dom/Little Girl Relationships
Daddy Doms and their little girls
Daddy Doms, Baby Girls, Little Boys And More
Date Night In A Jar
DD/lg In Public
D/s and Domestication
Factors That Make A Relationship
Finding Love When You Least Expect It
Finding Others with Common (Adult) Interests
How To Be Present In Your Relationships
How To Build A Healthy Relationship
How To Get What You Want In A Relationship
How To Know When You’ve Found “The One”
How To Take Your Relationship To The Next Level
Importance Of Confidence In RelationshipsImportance Of Trust In A Relationship
Key Ingredients of a Happy and Healthy Relationship
Needy Girls Are Daddy Dom Bait
Relationship Advice To Follow, And What To Ignore
Searching for a D/s partner?
Self-Fulfilling Prophecies In Relationships
Stop Arguments Before They Start
The Rewards of a Submissive
Types Of Relationship Insecurity
Well-Balanced Power Exchange Relationship
What Is Real Love?
When He Doesn’t Call
Why Love Makes A Night Of Kink Even Better
Safety
Another life ruined because of the morality police
Bondage Basic Safety: Crops, Paddles & Bondage!
Kinks, Risks, How To And Why Sometimes You Shouldn’t
Limits in BDSM
What is Emotional Abuse?
Self Improvement
10 Tips for Creating a Happier Life
10 Steps To Self Care
10 Ways To Be Happy
10 Truths To Live By
Guaranteed Ways To Be More Attractive
How to be Yourself
How To Deal With Your Enemies
How To Ignore Haters
How to Recognize a Toxic Friend
How to Stop Being a People Pleaser
Slut Shaming Explained
Tips for Healing a Broken Heart
What are the Signs of a Jealous Friend?
Sex
50 Cunnilingus Tips from Women
Basics of Breath Play
D/s or Kinky Sex?
Fetishes Explained
How To Make A Girl Squirt
How To Tell Your Son About Sex
Intersection of BDSM and Queer Heterosexuality
Sensual Biting
Sex: Myths & Stereotypes
Sex: Practical Details
Sex: Pregnancy and Birth Control
So You Want To Try Anal? A Practical Guide For Women
Squirting Educational Video
Squirting Notes
Toys
Advice on Dildos and Buttplugs
BDSM on a budget
Bondage Rope: How To Choose Yours (And More)
Training
10 Considerations for Inexperienced Subs
30 Things You Can Do For Your Human Kitten
40 Very Important DD/lg Facts
Age Play: A Short Guide
BDSM for Beginners: Safe and Affordable Play
DEFINED: SSC (Safe, Sane & Consensual) & RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink)
Etiquette in BDSM Part 1
Etiquette in BDSM Part 2
Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 1 - Beginnings
Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 2 - The Dominant Mind
Glossary of BDSM Terms
Guide To Blood Play
Guide To Bruising
Guide To Talking Dirty
Guide To Wax Play
How Do I Get Started In BDSM?
How to Make a Blanket Fort/Cuddle Nest
How To Make A Comfort Box
Introduction To BDSM
Newbie’s Guide To Vaginal Fisting
Punishments in BDSM Relationships
Red Flags For Online BDSM Relationships
Some Thoughts On Rules
The Leash Has Two Ends - Responsibility
The Need For Rules and Discipline
Topping from the bottom
Reblogging so I can come back to this.
