• 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…

  • unapologetically me, ocean scene at sunset dusk with small moon in the sky
    Aging,  Decisions,  Distress,  Experiences,  Friendship,  Learning the Hard Way,  Lifestyle,  Memes and Things,  Mom Moments,  Open Relationships,  Polyamorous,  Protect Your Heart,  Relationship Thoughts Old and New,  Self Love,  Thoughts,  Trust,  Vanilla,  Writings

    Unapologetically Me

    I am unapologetically me. It has taken me a very long time to get to this point. I am 57 years old. Unfortunately I think this realization has only come to fruition over the last three years. I have made mistakes. Big ones and little ones. I have learned from every single one of those mistakes. Some of these mistakes I made more than once. That I apologize for, but I apologize to myself. I am not evil, and I do not go out and see who I can hurt or ruin. I live my life as the best person that I can be. I try to be honest, and…

  • entrance dark shadow on white skin
    February Photofest 2022

    Entrance

    Entrance into my body is permitted with consent and willingness. I feel complete. Three weeks of no touching, no fucking, no contact except for text and zoom calls, today was much needed. Long-distance relationships, regardless of their structure or distance, are complex. I am learning to deal with it, but it still sucks. There are long days and weekends when we feel disconnected. We wonder if we are thinking about each other, missing each other, or fucking others. We have made our agreements and dealt with our situation as best as possible. The most challenging part is not showing others how we are feeling inside. The best part of a…

  • saying hard things pink square like a package hole in the middle white face with pink lipstick
    Aging,  Decisions,  Distress,  Experiences,  Random thoughts and processing,  Relationship Thoughts Old and New,  Self Love,  Trust

    Love is Saying the Hard Things

    Love is saying the hard things.  Sometimes the hardest things to say are the things that need to be said.  Recently while sharing some whiskey with a friend, he made a comment so significant that it stopped me dead in my tracks. “The problem is T, love is saying the hard things, and you aren’t good at saying the hard things.” Well, fuck me!  The main problem with this was I instantly knew he was right, and that stung a little bit.  In my defense, I don’t like hurting people’s feelings.  I also do not like confrontation.  Put those two together and its a losing combination.  Who looses?  Everyone! I…

  • beautiful baby on blue and pink blanket
    Aging

    My Twenties

    My twenties were a mix of things.  Looking back, it should have been the best time of my life.  While my friends were still going to bars and trying to hook up, I had settled down.  Married at the age of 24, we owned a house and had started down the road to adulthood.  I had a good job, a nice house with an inground pool in the back yard, decent neighbors, and everything he had promised.  The only thing missing was happiness. I didn’t know it at the time, and even if I had some subconscious notion of not feeling happy, I would have and probably did suppress it.…