Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Positivity with Kinky Sex

I thought when I became a parent I would suddenly be more patient. That I could wait in lines or listen to whining better than my early twenty-something self. But patience is just a virtue that I do not have. I’m needy and greedy, apparently.

So this weekend was pretty mellow. A lot of cleaning, the house looks good. We went to the new house to see how renovations are going. The kitchen space looks huge. It’s nice to see changes happening, but it makes me want to move even sooner. Lack of patience again.

I think I’m just trying to appreciate the kink as it comes (pun intended). I think control may be something that we can add in stages. And I have to let it happen naturally rather than trying to force it. Rushing into power exchange or trying to push him to add more control before he’s ready will just end up back where we were. And I’d rather have a little than nothing at all. Working on staying positive. This time last week I was miserable. I even wrote up an angry cry post for Wicked Wednesday when I was supposed to be writing about condoms.

This is a new week with only positive ways to go. Lots of vanilla this week with doctor’s appointments and whatnot, but always an opportunity for kinky fun. Maybe I will even go to the store with my ben wa balls in just for some added entertainment. I’m sure the other people won’t take any notice to my moans. Maybe they’ll think I’m just excited to buy milk. That’s a think, right?

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