I’ve had a roller coaster few weeks, that have climbed to the highest of highs, and dipped pretty damned low. Some I’ll attribute to PMS, some with coping with distance, and some with having my eyes opened.
This is actually how Gun woke me up the other night when he got home from working overtime 😈
The week before I’m due to start my period, my hormones go haywire. I can go from happy, to pissed off, to a sad crying mess in the span of virtually seconds. It’s annoying as hell for me so I can only imagine what those who have to deal with me think.
Last week, I joined a FetLife group called The Kinklings. It’s a writing group that gives you a topic each week to write about. This is my first submission.
Consent is a big deal to me especially since I’ve started to, and want to explore more of my kinky side, particularly BDSM, bondage, and pain play. This is not something I would ever think of letting just anyone do to me, and I know my husband would not be comfortable with someone he didn’t know helping me explore that. I have delved into it with my other hubby Bob. Distance, timing and health reasons have prohibited much exploration for quite a while until last weekend. It was amazing, and though some people would not have wanted to do it, was fully consented to on my part. Communication is key to consent, just as communication is key to non-monogamy.
Consent is important.
Consent is trust.
Consent is imperative in this lifestyle I’ve chosen to live in.
Consent is sexy.
And consent can be taken away, if any of the things I’ve mentioned aren’t met.
What do words mean to you? How seriously do you take words when you see or hear them? Do you ever say anything that you don’t mean, or you wouldn’t follow through on?
Since I am so active on social media (Facebook and Twitter in particular), plus being in a long distance relationship, words are of some prominence in my life.
Well we just finished another quad weekend, and I think it was one of the best we’ve had in a long while. We all seemed as healthy as can be, and were in good spirits. It was relaxed, it was fun, and we definitely weren’t in a rut this weekend 😉
We got there just before 11:00pm on Friday night, us and our giant puppies. I think they were almost as excited as I was when we pulled up into their driveway. They couldn’t wait to get into the backyard to see their friends (Bob and Lexxi’s two dogs). After hugs and kisses all around…okay maybe not all around, Gun and Bob exchanged pleasantries, but not hugs and kisses lol! We had a few drinks, a few laughs, then realized it was almost 1:00am. So, off to bed we headed. This time Bob and I were upstairs, and Gun and Lexxi were downstairs. Let’s just say that hot sex abounded throughout the house, then we all zonked out.
We’ve been talking a lot about rules for alone play within our poly quad lately. With us all getting into (or back into for Gun and I) playing alone recently, it’s been discussed a LOT.
We’re essentially dating for four, even when we play alone. It’s not just you to consider like before being married, or even you and your spouse like when swinging. We’re fluid bonded, so one persons decision could possibly impact three others. It’s very different than swinging or group play when you’re with your primary spouse.