Trust

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    Decisions,  Distress,  Learning the Hard Way,  Trust

    I’m sorry

    I’m sorry.  Some people often say that saying “I’m sorry” is difficult.  It doesn’t come easy to some folks.  I don’t understand that because I always say I’m sorry, even when I shouldn’t.  I would say it is almost compulsive.  I apologize to the wall when I bump into it.  I also apologize when other people hurt me.  Clearly, it was something I did that required me to apologize.  That has been my life.  For as long as I can remember I have always apologized first regardless if I was at fault or not. I don’t like making mistakes.  I like hurting people even less.  I have learned that I…

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    Experiences,  kinks,  Learning the Hard Way,  Masturbation Monday,  Relationship Thoughts Old and New,  Sir/Daddy,  Thoughts,  Toy for Sir,  Trust

    Dagger

    I swore I wasn’t going to write about you anymore.  I closed the door and locked it securely – or so I thought.  But today, today hit me in the heart like a dagger.  A feeling I thought I would never experience again.  Sadly, I was wrong once again.   Apparently, I will never be able to forget the experience of this dagger.  The unseen sharpness that slices through my skin with invisibility, piercing my heart with expert precise movement, never failing to hit its mark. This dagger is elusive, sneaky, stealthy.  The moment I think I have buried it, lost it, destroyed it, it returns to me out of nowhere.…

  • BDSM,  Erotic Journal Challenge,  Experiences,  Sir/Daddy,  Thoughts,  Toy for Sir,  Trust

    Erotic Journal Challenge #7 – Distress

      Erotic Journal Challenge #7 – Distress I am starting the journal Challenge at the current week but will try and catch up on past weeks.  I have always loved this idea and I am looking forward to pushing myself to answer the tough questions and also the fun ones.  This post is about distress.  After reading the prompt I realized my distress comes from a different place. When I think about distress as it relates to my sexual desires there are several different branches to this tree.  When I was younger, first married at 24 years old, I was clueless about what I wanted or what turned me on.…