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3 weeks ago. March 2, 2024 at 1:01 AM

Tonight, I am wondering if fate is throwing challenges in my way to make me work for it or to caution me away from her.

 

one of those songs she’s played on repeat has a line..

I'm sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind. Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life… 

 

So life divided us again… responsibility here- keeps me here and her responsibilities there keep her there.  Sure there could be play sessions and maybe a weekend here or there but it’s not what either of us want.  The dynamic is there, the fire is there, hell maybe even love- but the bleeding logistics make this nearly impossible.  

I take a breath.  I suck at long distance relationships.  If it were just the distance, I’d do it all in a heartbeat.  Things here though, need more than just my presence- they need my focus. I will be basically raising a child.  While it would be easier with her, she has her own battles and she is (I know she hates to hear this) fragile in health.  These are not things she should add.  I can’t make my responsibilities her responsibilities over her own.

It’s not the first time we’ve been pulled apart eventually we find our way back.  This time was so damn close to the forever- next time we’ll have to make it there.

 

2 months ago. January 27, 2024 at 12:53 PM

I am not a patient man.  I wish I were; I always want things to happen just a little faster.  I hate lines. I hate loading screens, and if everyone walked around with thought balloons over their heads so I wouldn't have to guess what they really want or are thinking, I could be a happy man. They don't though.  So, I need patience.

There are things you have to wait for.  There are things that are worth that wait. Dynamics (or any relationship) are like that.  Playmates are amazing; not a criticism.  Scenes can be anticipated, negotiated and can be satisfying. Still, there is something deeper.  For that, you have to wait.

If you train a sub, you need patience. In someways it is like raising a child.  You teach them your rules, you lead them, you care for them and sometimes you discipline them.  If you like the challenge of a “brat” you discipline them a great deal.  It all takes patience.  

Along the way you build trust.  When you have the same ‘playmate’ over and over, you learn things and they will too.  You learn preferences; you understand needs. That takes time and patience.

 When you negotiate a scene or play session, you get a snapshot of what wants and limits exist.  It’s only a brief moment though, it often changes.  Still, you talk it over and hammer it out.  I want this or she needs that or no way am I changing your diaper- limits. (No kink shaming just an example of a limit for me).  I can’t read your mind- so let’s sit down and discuss things.  The effort to negotiate takes patience.

There are so many things and preferences that you don’t learn there.  Those things build richer interactions.  You learn things about yourself and yourself with them.   Example: I don’t think of myself as primal, but closing the front door, saying to her “run” and chasing her through the house has a new found appeal.  Learning the things she deeply desires and how they affect me has taken time and patience.  Learning when her bratting is in fun and when it’s a cry for attention that she doesn’t know how to ask for- that takes patience.  

I still wish we had thought balloons sometimes, but I want to know what she’s thinking.  I still hate that tea takes 3 minutes to steep but I won’t drink instant.  I can’t cook everything on high because I don’t want to wait but then am disappointed with burnt grilled cheese.  I can’t demand the richness of full dynamic with only minimal investment. If I want something amazing, I have to take one step at a time. I can’t bring out the best in her or the best in me without patience.

 I swear I’m learning, but it takes patience.

 

2 months ago. January 26, 2024 at 12:58 PM

Brought to me by a cute little redhead with nothing on but my shirt and the marks from last night.  

Ah.. Earl Grey steeped 3 minutes no sugar no cream and certainly no lemon.

 

2 months ago. January 22, 2024 at 6:52 PM

There are so many ways to claim a sub.  All the ways to mark skin. Bruises from impact, bite marks, welts, even writing my name or the word mine.  All the marks- Do you have a favorite and why? 

4 months ago. November 11, 2023 at 10:10 PM

I am leaving this here

 

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer

It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
We pulled too many false alarms
We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear
We're slow dancing in a burning room
I was the one you always dreamed of
You were the one I tried to draw
How dare you say it's nothing to me?
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw
I'll make the most of all the sadness
You'll be a bitch because you can
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
'Cause you can't understand
We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear
We're slow dancing in a burning room
Go cry about it, why don't you?
Go cry about it, why don't you?
Go cry about it, why don't you?
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Burning room
Burning room
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we should have learned somehow?
Dont you think we oughta know by now?
Dont you think we should have learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we should have learned somehow?

Songwriters: John Clayton Mayer

 

 

4 months ago. November 11, 2023 at 3:30 PM

I tested positive for Covid.  I wandered here.  I stayed out of the way, posted random blogs and talked about my cat, my inability to cook and talked to a few people.  I lurked a bit, read blogs and thought what an odd little place.

Nearly two years later, I wandered back.  Just before I got COVID again.  I read blogs, lurked a bit, wandered into chat, talked to a few people, played Yoko to a friends’s relationship (he picked the Beatles reference). Posted a few angry blogs, sparred in the chatroom, talked about the new cat, my inability to cook and got myself blocked by a few people.

similar but not the same.  Maybe I should get a dog and learn to cook.  Change it up a bit.

 

4 months ago. November 10, 2023 at 11:03 PM

I want her

To climb into my lap, into my arms, wrap her arms around my neck, lay her head on my shoulder, tell me about her bad day

to fight the climax, as if she'd deny me, her body then trembling, surrendering with tears streaming down her face.

to curl into me because she feels safe, to hold her so close that 'nothing could take her away from me'

to call me on my bullshit, rally against me, beat me at chess, remind me who I am, keep me humble

to surrender and be led, to all the places, tumbling in my bed, sigh against my ear and whisper her secrets

to tackle hug me, yell my name, happy to see me, throwing herself headlong into me

to have those wordless conversations with eyes and expressions that come from years of familiar words 

to feel that wonderful helplessness, her hands held above her head, wrists captured in my hand her body soft and yielding

to whimper with release, when I coax her, breathy whispers, tell her its ok, I have you, you are mine, let go. 

to be mine

4 months ago. November 10, 2023 at 10:35 PM

From the beginning, you knew the score with him

had ways to protect yourself

he asked for pictures and videos

but did he ask you for you?

Did he get into your head, deep?

He was safe little one, I am not

 

You did just enough to call it submission

and in the end you Dom'd yourself

Were you ever out of control really?

you may have "subbed" for him

But did you surrender?

He was safe little one, I am not

 

He might have been satisfied

to not push your limits

with vibrator orgasms and

cum in your hair

half done tasks and no accountability

He was safe little one, I am not

 

You know what you get with me

not excel sheets unchecked

journals unread and sentences

for punishments? Really?

you knew what that was and wasn't

He was safe little one, I am not

 

I will push those limits

spank that ass

shove you against the wall

and make you breathless.

Remind you why we use stoplights

He was safe little one, I am not

4 months ago. November 10, 2023 at 7:33 AM

She hit the wall tonight

her words

her anger

sharp 

jagged

like shards of broken glass 

I dug my hands in

said things I shouldn’t say

said things I needed to say 

silence

dead air
contemplating

my fate

please

no walls

4 months ago. November 7, 2023 at 3:06 PM

Invictus comes from a poem by William Ernest Henley.  Originally untitled; the title was added later by Arthur Quiller-Couch and editor of the Oxford Book of English Verse.  Invictus is the Latin word for unconquerable. I will not be going further into literary analysis. But the word unconquerable has appeal. IMO it means that I cannot control fate, but I can control myself.

 

Invictus 

Out of the night that covers me,

      Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

      For my unconquerable soul.

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance

      I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

      Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

 

It matters not how strait the gate,

      How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

      I am the captain of my soul.