Family

I have a great family. I have siblings and parents that love me and all get along.  For that I am truly thankful.  They love and support me.  I always have them around me.  It is not this type of family about which I am writing today.  I am writing about the family you choose and who chooses you.  We are not related by blood or by marriage.  There are no genealogical ties that bind.  This family is all the more important because there are no seemingly ties.  There is no reason to call them family save one; we choose them for our own.

My family with Mr. D is bound by commonality and community. They are our friends and so much more than that.  We care for each other and love each other.  If one family member is in need, everyone helps them.  I have no experience with leather or kink families in the official sense.  I have no idea how that works.  But what we have feels like my sense of that.  We have shared some kinky experiences and don’t have to be secretive about who we really are.   I’m fairly new to having a kinky lifestyle outside the bedroom.  My career would be severely impacted if my kinky lifestyle was outed. So, having kink-accepting friends is huge.

Two of our family that I’ve written about drove out to see us a couple weekends ago. El Jefe and Coupe came out from Arizona.  We all met at a local friend’s home to enjoy a BBQ and hang out together.  The boys smoked cigars outside and we talked, ate, drank and enjoyed a nice evening together on the patio.

What strikes me as purely awesome is that during the evening I could snuggle up to whoever would let me. Mr. D knows I’m his and allows me to be me.  I wanted to snuggle up to Coupe, because he’s welcoming and handsome and really, any woman would want to snuggle up to him.  He’s a gentleman and so easy to be around. So, when people got up and a seat next to him was free I took advantage of his place on a loveseat and curled up with him.

Later in the evening we all moved inside to the living room. El Jefe and Coupe occupied the couch so I took a seat between them.  Mr. D was in a solo chair so I couldn’t get my hands on him easily.  I leaned over to El Jefe and was rewarded with him petting me while I snuggled up to him.  This man has the warmest big hands and you can feel how comfortable he is with touch. I’ll tell you, family that you are not actually related to is da’ bomb! I got to snuggle up to two hot men that are completely different while watching my Daddy flirt and banter with an attractive woman all night.  What could be better?

While I was sandwiched between these two men, Mr. D took my picture and sent it to me. He said I was a slut.  His slut, I replied.  So, after a night of cozy fun I got to go home with my man, my Dominant.  Life is so very good.

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