Lustitude

  • Aging,  Decisions,  Lustitude,  Self Love,  Sinful Sunday

    Piercing

    Piercing was my answer to boredom! There are times when I get thoughts in my head because I get bored. I get bored a lot. I have been through a lot with my health over this past year. I wanted to mark the year anniversary of my surgery in some powerful way. The surgery last July was a big one and hit me emotionally more than I thought it would. A full hysterectomy with a note of cancer. It all has worked out well so far and I am taking things one day at a time. I do, however, have some emotional tinges about it all. Five years ago, I…

  • connection between bodies white woman dressed in black with tattoo on her arm kneeling and hands wrapped around a mans legs dark eye shadow hair in a top knot with mans hand visible holding her hair
    BDSM,  kinks,  Lustitude,  Sir/Daddy

    Connection

    She walked in and dropped to her knees. He came from the kitchen and approached her. She wrapped her arms around his legs and looked up at him without hesitation, creating a connection between their bodies. His eyes were dark. The dark they become when they play. She didn’t expect them to be so dark so soon. He was ready. She waited for him to decide what would happen next. He was caressing her hair, his eye hadn’t left hers. He was smiling. She knew that smile, and she knew what he wanted. She also knew that it would be what she wanted as well. He reached for his belt…

  • swinging people dancing on dance floor with
    January Jumpstart,  Lifestyle,  Lustitude,  Open Relationships,  Polyamorous,  Relationship Thoughts Old and New,  Trust

    Lifestyle

    Lifestyle is a term I both love and hate. While not liking labels on a person, I realize that lifestyle is a part of us. That part I like. The part I hate is that saying you have a lifestyle can pigeon hole you to the point that if you deviate from it – you are deviant. I don’t want to stay in any lifestyle or category at this point in my life. I have always hated labels. I find that in each community I enter, others need to place you in a category. When I started dating my ex-wife, I wasn’t gay enough. It was clear that her friends,…