Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Fuck the Fear Right Out of Me

Now that Sir and I have found this new facet of our relationship, I find myself being constantly afraid of losing it. Days that we don’t play because of this, that, and the other I get really jittery. I’m testy and short and quick to cry. It’s an emotion that I don’t really remember having before. I’m not a fan.

But Sir has his shit together, as always. See, I look together and internally am a mess. He looks a bit scruffy, but is secretly on top of everything. And, please don’t take the term ‘scruffy’ as a negative. I’m a sucker for facial hair. And I think he likes that it helps him keep a lot under his hat. But it does make him a little harder to read. Not that, as a submissive, I want to be able to know everything that he is thinking. I wouldn’t presume that. But it is helpful sometimes to know whether he’s making a smirk or a sneer. These two looks indicate very different things and yet, look similar under scruff, trust me.

Looking forward to a calm weekend. Errands have been run, and housework is caught up. A few loads of laundry and some ironing is all that stands between me and a good book. Maybe I’ll even get motivated to do some sexy story writing. I’m sure Sir will help me with inspiration. Also, got some good news that Eroticon 2015 is hoping to have some online components this year. Very excited as a trip to Bristol on a budget with two kids isn’t really in the cards this year. But, I’ll take the good where I can. Maybe we can wear the kids out today and get some nice playtime this evening.

And no ER runs this weekend. It’s about the small goals.


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