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A moment of harmony

I don’t feel much like writing nowadays. I’m trying to make the most of my life. Winter is coming, after all, and it’ll be long, dark, cold and hard. We can’t even make any plans to get away like everybody else since we have to wait for the treatments to start and see where we’ll be at the end of this year.

Things have settled down a bit from where we started at. I don’t want to go to the spesifics, but Wonderboy deemed it okay to punish me for my attitude not my behaviour and he did it too hard. I cracked. I realized later I should have safeworded out, but I didn’t realize I couldn’t take it before I was uncontrollably crying. It took us several days to get to the bottom of that with me losing some of my trust in him and him in himself as well. And although it sprouted a most wonderful and adult conversation about his coping skills (retreat, retreat in to silence!) and has made our sex life tons more active and happy, it has diminished the TPE d/s thing a little.

I feel more confident nowadays that I’ll get through whatever the treatments have in store for us, and that we’ll get through whatever will come with it working or failing. We have worked so hard and come so far. I’m really happy in my new job, and I think it makes a world of difference. I just have so much else to think about. We moved back to where I’m from and I have all my friends here. I just belong here. And I think I need to work hard. That I need to feel useful and competent on a daily basis, as I do in my job now.

I’ve also been a very good girl, or so my husband tells me, and so I’ve been working out and eating as per our Contract. Two healthy meals a day, no snacking and no unhealthy choices for breakfast or drinks either. It makes me happy. I’ve changed from coffee to different kinds of teas, and it makes my body feel more at ease and healthy. My stomach obviously couldn’t handle some of the processed grains and milk products or coffee I used to eat. Now that I’ve given those up, I’m much healthier, feel better and… Yeah. I am thinner too.

I don’t mind it so much, and sometimes it even makes me happy to see my face find a shape it used to have or my waist curve in again. But I’m not doing this to lose weight. I’m doing this because of the Contract and…

oddly enough…

this serves a double service of finding myself.

I’ve never run before. Out in the open, in the parks where there are lots of people who stare. They don’t really so much, but I used to be afraid that they would. And what would they think. I just didn’t want to be judged. I also couldn’t go into any of the much needed yoga or stretching classes because I would’ve felt so alien, so fat and such a misfit.

Now I run in the sun, watch the trees lose their leafs and change their color. I watch the dogs run and the people sit on the benches enjoying their day off or the evening sun. I’m finding out what my body is capable of. I’m finding out that I enjoy running. I enjoy to be outdoors.

Why couldn’t I for so long? What was I so afraid of?

I can also communicate my needs. I can lose myself again. I’ve astonished myself by asking for things in the heat of the moment I never thought I’d ask for and Wonderboy has also asked for things that aren’t so clearly in the big catalogue of sexual acts. We both are more honest and more daring, and it turns out we actually enjoy a wild variety of ordinary things, light touches, kisses, caresses of hair.

We have been kissing like when we met. Just kissing, caressing, fondling each other. Not going any further. I didn’t reach orgasm last time we made love, and I didn’t want to try because of the menstrual pain getting worse by the minute. Later we were kissing passionately, so juicyly, and I asked if he’d go down on me then. He thought for a moment and then caressed me and kissed me a little more.

I don’t think I feel like licking you right now. I feel more like kissing, he said.

Let’s kiss then! I said and we continued and it was wonderful and we were both happy.

And I remember thinking that I’d take him so completely losing himself on kissing me over licking me any day. It was also on of the few times he has ever said no to me. He’s trusting me more. He’s trusting us. He doesn’t feel that he always owes me the pleasure anymore. It makes me very happy he feels this way. That he can be honest and that he can find pleasure with me the way he enjoys it too.

D/s doesn’t have to be about a cold command or a hard hand. It can as well be about a gentle hand and loving words… and still be as commanding.

So much is self evident now. I’m hurting because running made my menstrual cramps go from bad to worse. Wonderboy came to ask, if I needed anything and said in a gentle and caring voice, You don’t have to go to the gym today, if you’re hurting really bad. Because it’s his decision, not mine. Because we both want it to be so.

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Kissing Is Better Than Orgasms

Wonderboy’s sick, as you can see from my last post. He’s sick and I’m not. So, yesterday evening I was humming silently inside, and I was almost certain he wasn’t. But I gathered all my emotional strength and went to him anyway. I’m trying to open up, trying really hard not to shield myself from rejection I’m only assuming will take place. So I went to him.

He was lying on the bed listening to music. When I climbed on top of him, he put the earphones on my head, and there was some great trippy hiphop stuff playing. I started dancing on top of him, kissing him. He kissed me back passionately. I grinded myself against his mound, against all possible erections, but none came.

We kissed for a time, and then I had to ask. I stumbled. Eh, you wouldn’t want to. Play… or anything? You’re too sick, right?

Yeah. You’ll just have to go play by yourself.

He kissed me some more and them ushered me out of the room. I could see him from the couch, and he could see me.

I’m waiting, he said laughing a bit as he said it.

I can’t do it like this! I said. It’s too embarrassing!

He positioned himself so that he wouldn’t see me and sent me a kiss. I played, of course, for a while, but it wasn’t anything special. It had been more exciting to just kiss and dance with him (or on him). Watching porn, some lame-ass-unsatisfactory-yet-adequate for their purposes self-fuck videos. Though some are good, it just was so unenthralling I couldn’t believe it. Watching something from the flat screen of my laptop, when Wonderboy was right there and so wonderful and warm and exciting.

After I went to cuddle with him. But it built up to be a passionate kiss-fest.

Why are you so passionate all of a sudden? I asked, even though I wasn’t complaining.

It’s the extacy that comes after sex, he answered. And you kind of taste like sex. And you kissed me so hard it was exciting, like you were so excited, he answered and smiled.

I am. You make me, I said and kissed him again, hard on the lips, hard with my tongue, and he was equally hard with his.

We did share a sexual experience after all. He was well content with my orgasm as if we were the same. And I got to kiss Wonderboy. It made me so happy.