Things are rough at the Whiskey and Rye household. D/s hasn’t just taken a backseat, right now it’s in a different car on a different highway. There is so much that I’m not sure overwhelmed is even the word. But it’s not forever. It’s a means to an end. A means to the best.
We all want the best. The best for our kids, for our jobs, for our lives. We seek promotions, gratifications, success in all ways society deems necessary. Adequacy is something to be feared. So as we struggle to get through all the priorities that keep us from D/s, I want to try to keep perspective of the best. While it stinks that right now his control has to sit in the background while boxes are moved and sick kids are tended to, it’s still there. Being the best in every facet means that sometimes things have to slip. Of all the stressed filled options, D/s is the easiest to reduce.
Sometimes the best of everything takes time. Our D/s is getting better, but we’ve got a long way before we can get to best.
You know what’s the best. A blow job. Seeing his face relax as I lick and suck him into oblivion. You know what else is great? Chocolate. And macaroni and cheese. Road trips and thong underwear and puppies.
It’s all about keeping the best in perspective. I’m not feeling too much like me. But all those bests keep me going. It’s trying to remember who I am and not get too bogged down in all the bests that I don’t have yet. The best of everything comes in pieces. And reading and sharing about the bests of others makes it all worth while.
Read about everyone’s bests this week as Wicked Wednesday celebrates it’s 200th week. Congrats to Marie and everyone who takes part.