What Happened?

Hi Kinky Folks,

Funny thing about saying I’d be back to fill you in on my life. It took me a long while to get back. A year, in fact.

My hubby and Dominant, Mr D, died suddenly. A year ago, we seemed like we were getting through the pandemic fairly well. He was working from home, I was working in the office with much less staff. Life was slower and we were working on our health. He lost 73 lbs and I was really proud of his progress. He had taken a 20 mile bike ride with friends over the weekend. While I was at work I got a call from a police officer who found him fallen on a bike path in town. I had kissed him goodbye that morning and went to work. I had no idea he even planned a ride. It was such a short ride at that. He could only have been riding maybe ten minutes at that point. It must have been a heart attack. I’ll never know for sure as they chose not to do an autopsy. I guess not taking care of yourself for years gives them a pass on follow-ups like that.

So, writing a kinky blog when there is absolutely no kink going on in your life seemed ridiculous. Grief sucks. Didn’t really want to write about that either.

So, what else? I’m still in school, set to graduate fairly soon. Happy about that for sure.

I think about my life with Mr D and damn, I had it good. He took great care of me. He was a protector pure and strong. I miss that. I feel vulnerable since he’s been gone.

I thought I was good at the independent, strong woman bit but it’s mainly a ruse. I distance from folks because I’m a push over. Working on that again. Ever notice we get to keep learning the lessons we need to learn?

Long Time Gone

Hello Kinky Friends,

I have been gone so long there is dust in every corner and cobwebs aplenty. I am rusty at writing and at finding my voice. I do need this outlet though so here I am back again.

I’m sure no one is stopping by here to read our past adventures much the pity. Those adventures feel as distant to me as someone else’s life. So, time to dust off the keyboard, kick myself in the ass and get on with it.

Today, I figured out how to log back in. Woo. I’ve written a little hello and I have the intention to return later with a full update. Sound fair? I think so, too.

I hope life in pandemic times has treated you as well as possible. I know it’s been hard. After sharing some of my own woes and experiences in this ‘new normal’ from these ‘unprecedented’ times…yeah I’m as sick of those phrases as you are…then hopefully we can move forward together to more fun and kinkier pursuits.

Boobie hugs and a kiss. ~Amor

Touch and touch

Yesterday, Daddy let me rub his legs and feet. We sat on the couch and I massaged his legs and feet. It was really nice. I love losing myself in touch and massage.

He likes his toes cracked or popped. I’m sure that would give some people the willies but he loves it. I got a majority of them to do it. It’s a little challenge for me. I like challenges.

This morning I masturbated. It had been a long time. I think it has been a couple weeks. I touched myself the other night and started to fall asleep in the middle of it. So, that didn’t count. This morning though, it had been too long. The mere thought of it had my body jumpy. I felt the sizzle of the electric charge running through me. I barely had touched myself and I came. I’ll have to be better at keeping self care on the to-do list.

Happy Monday!

Long Time No Talk

Hello, it’s me. I think there’s a song that starts that way. I’m overtired but finally in bed. It was a great weekend. We had the family over, which was really fun. We were supposed to go camping but the campground had issues and cancelled. So, we stayed home and BBQ’d for all the would-be campers.

This meant that instead of digging my camping gear out of the attic we switched gears into full house cleaning mode. Mr. D gave the backyard a pick-up and his man cage a full sano. He has a fab enclosed area in the backyard with comfy chairs and a propane glass rock fire table. You know the kind. It’s a great place for him to smoke cigars and friends to come hang out. Yesterday, it was all the family. The man cage was overflowing with all of us. It was a lot of fun.

I spent my morning cleaning the inside of the house, cleaning the carpet, bathrooms, anything and everything that needed cleaning. Whew! Guest-ready! Our place is mostly fine on any given day. If you’d stop by unannounced it wouldn’t be tragic but you know, I like to make it the best I can. I told Mr. D, a party is always a great excuse to clean the house. 😜 I don’t think he thought that was funny.

Mr D got all the fixin’s for carne asada and carne pollo along with grilled veggies. I put together the guacamole and put out everything Mr D bought for an awesome Mexican feast. By the time he was done grilling, everything was ready. One of our guests said, “Wow, you are a great entertaining team!” We are, really. We both love to entertain and take care of our peeps.

It was a really nice party. Sometimes, I feel like I work too much but this felt more relaxed and everyone seemed happy and were enjoying. It was still the same amount of dishes and work but it felt more fun, more family and peaceful. Mr D said he had a great time too and that made me happy.

Today was going to be a relaxing day. The overnight guests went to breakfast with us and then left for home. I was sitting on the couch relaxing but I had so many to-do’s still rumbling around in my head. I decided the front yard finally needed doing. We’ve been in our new place for about ten months and I hadn’t touched it at all yet.

I tore up one whole dead planter and replanted it. I edged it with red brick and weeded it all. Then I planted some new plants. The men helped me with the heavy stuff, yay. It’s not quite done but I planted and used everything I purchased so I’m happy.

I used to have a bad habit of starting major gardening projects, buying plants and then getting discouraged or just not finishing it so the plants would die in the meantime. I stopped doing that many years ago. I only get what I can accomplish in one afternoon or a weekend. I’m pretty proud I’ve learned that lesson. There’s so much more to do in the front but one planter is done and it’s an accomplishment.

Mr D did all the grilling today and cooking the meats for the week, yay. It’s so great when he does this. It makes dinners so much easier all week. We make sides but the main courses are done. Easy peasy. Since I’m a college chick now, time is limited and this helps big time.

So, that was our weekend. I hope yours was great as well. If you have room in whatever prayers or good thoughts you send out into the world, say an extra one for Steelclad in the flood zone. He’s doing important work helping so many people in dire need. A few extra prayers his way would be great.

Goodnight kinky friends.


It was a good weekend. We did chores, we took care of stuff. Daddy helped me with some work I had to do at my Mom’s place. We went to a family event which was nice.

With me falling asleep for half the afternoon on Saturday and our attending an event allllll day on Sunday, we didn’t have any sex time. I feel bad about that. I don’t like disappointing Daddy that way. I didn’t have any school work time either.

Such is life. Some weekends are relaxing and give you time to rejuvenate and some are chaotic and busy.

I have to be careful. Last week, I had some of that ‘too much, too much, everything is happening all at once!’ feeling. I need to be better at planning all my To Do’s so this cart doesn’t fly off the rails at some point.

Happy Monday Folks.

Morning Wood

I love morning sex. I love quickies, too. We both had to get to work this morning but after I walked the pup and fed all the furry people, there still wasn’t any rustling from Daddy upstairs. Since, he told me he had an early morning and I know I had one too, I wondered at the silence.

I went upstairs and he was still lying (laying, lying…grammar faerie, help!) in bed. He waggled his penis at me then pointed to his crotch. It was those subtle, little signs that told me he had sex on his mind. My small brain had a minor apoplexy about work then gave in and I started sucking his cock.

Can I just say, I love him fucking me. It doesn’t have to be fancy or drawn out. A little physical connection to start the day…a long day, makes it so much better. I got snuggles after too…bonus!

Life is Good when you’re freshly fucked.

College Girl

Yes, I’m a college girl again. After a very, very long time I’ve gone back to college. I’ve finished one semester of online classes and now I’ve moved on to classes at the college.

I have two classes and I’m really enjoying them. One is a math class, I really love math. It is just so beautiful how it works. I could do to learn more math. I only have one required course though.

The other class is a Kinesiology Class. I’m studying all the anatomy terms right now. It is a class about anatomy as it relates to Yoga. So, yeah, first we have to learn the entire skeletal, muscular and nervous systems. Eeesh.

I got all dressed in yoga clothes only to find out it’s not that at all. But if I take two more classes I could be a Certified Yoga instructor. I was thinking about that and how funny it would be to be a fluffy yoga instructor. They are usually all tiny and toned. So, if you have poundage on you, would you take my Fluffy Yoga? Could be fun! I’d tailor it so fluffy folks don’t get discouraged.

I was really nervous about going back to school. Not for the schooling part, I knew I’d love that. But for the rest of life part. I had to tell people at work including my boss that I wanted to take classes. It’s rather deflating to tell a bunch of folks that you actually never did finish the degree they probably assumed I had. But I got through it.

Also, I was really concerned that it would hurt Mr. D and my relationship. My Ex would sabotage me every time I’d go back to school. He’d make everything so difficult in small ways and eventually I’d cave under the pressure. Daddy was so supportive so I took many deep breathes and figured the whole thing out. I only need 5 classes.

I realized about halfway through my first class that I was still holding my breath. Somehow, I expected Daddy to implode in some fashion like my Ex did and I’d have to quit again. But he hasn’t. He’s gotten more supportive as I’ve dedicated myself more to doing this. He came up with a great idea for my son and I to study together each day after work while he relaxed then made us dinner. So, far, it has worked out great.

I’m very happy to be back in school and doubly happy to have such an amazing hubby to support me.

Good Places

I am writing to say I’m in a good place. Mr. D and I have settled into our home and it’s good, really good.

After cleaning out my mom’s house, moving my house and his into one home…after all that shuffling of STUFF, we’re settled. Yay! The last box is unpacked, the last room is organized, the last couple projects are in action.

We’ve moved on to living life together. It’s great. We have routines and we’re together in most things we do. We plan projects and work them out together. Whether it’s my project and he helps or vice-versa, we enjoy it.

Rather than write a sex blog or a D/s blog, I’m going to write a life blog for a while. Life is good and that’s a valuable thing to share, too.

So, if you’re still interested, I still want to write. Hope to catch up with you all soon. ❤️

Today, tomorrow and the days after

I want to write and share my thoughts. I’ve felt stifled for a while. I’m not really sure why. So, I’ll just write a bit and hope to come back to it again. I always do eventually.

I started college again. One of these days I’ll have my degree. I’m 60% done with a summer course. It’s been about 8 years since the last time I took a class. I only have about 5 classes left to finish my degree. So, one class at a time. I’ll get there.

Mr. D and I are doing fine. I’m too busy and he’s dealing with a pain in the ass boss at work so the combo isn’t the best place our relationship has been. But we’re doing ok.

My son is in a bad place. Teenage years. Ugh. Enough said, this blog isn’t about that.

Nothing out of the ordinary to report on the sexual front. We have sex. I think we have good sex. I enjoy it. I just haven’t felt like it’s something to share. Not sure why. There has been play sessions and some hot sessions. Maybe it’s married sex, fun for us but really similar to many other times we’ve had sex. So, it’s not earth-shattering writing material. I think writing…passionate writing…takes gasping, spasming newness. That initial high of subspace, that crazy stupid insane shit you do when it’s all new and you’re high on each other, that kind of material.

I think I need to learn how to write the long-haul subtleties…the beauty of constancy. I miss writing. I miss my submission.


I was shaved and had my face done up. I was naked and lying on the bed. I heard him come through the door and head upstairs. He didn’t greet the dog, he didn’t bring in his luggage. Nothing. He came up the stairs and surveyed what he had waiting for him on the bed.

I had debated having the fan on or not. I didn’t care if I was cold for myself but I didn’t want him touching me and feeling a cold body. We had had what we call cadaver sex before. I had been in an unheated pool for so long that, as we fucked, he got colder and colder. Apparently, my core temperature had come down significantly such that even sex didn’t warm up my insides.

So, none of that this time. He came in and pushed my legs apart. He wanted a taste. I had been playing with myself as commanded. I had thought of a fantasy that had been working for me lately. He makes another man fuck me while he watches. He tells me what a bad slut I’ve been and my punishment is being fucked for his pleasure by whomever he wants. Then he has a really hot girl come in and suck his cock while he watches. It twists me up in several ways. One, he’s displeased so he’s loaned me out to someone I don’t know and two, he’s getting someone else to do what I love doing for him. Regardless of the lack of reality, it gets me off.

He dove into my sex and made me squirm in the best way. I was already aching for him by then. I hadn’t seen him in a week. I was in Sula position which means legs open and palms up by my side on the bed. I wasn’t allowed to move my hands. He knows how that kills me not to touch him.

I had my collar on. I hadn’t worn it in so long it took me looking in all the drawers and rooms to find it. I was happy to have it on again. I was thrilled to have orders, to be doing as he asked.

After he about drove me mad with his mouth in between my legs he got up and said, “Hang your head off the bed slut.” Yes! I thought to myself, he was going to fuck my face. God, I love that. He pushes into my mouth and before I’ve had time to wet my lips he’s most of the way inside. He pulls out and I do whatever I can to get wetness to my bottom lip. This isn’t easy with a huge cock in my mouth by I have to do it. Otherwise, we’re liable to hurt his cock or my lips. In again he pushes and fills my mouth and throat in one full swift motion. The angle with my head hung over the bed is perfect. He can get all the way into my throat, buried to the hilt.

After gagging me several times with his cock, he pulls out and tells me to get in the middle of the bed. He mounts me and begins to fuck me. “What are you?” He asks. I try not to think and simply answer.

“I’m your slut. Your girl. Your wife.”

“Whose are you?” He asks.

“I’m yours!” I say. He thrusts hard. Pushing my legs up to my chest. He fucks me deep and hard filling me with his seed.