There is so much I have to say, and yet the words escape me this night. I’m over-tired. Been writing and working and thinking. My eyes are bleary, my brain is mush, and yet here I am, the desire to reach out to my friends in the D/s world overcoming the obstacles in my path.
Years ago when I knew nothing and was in a D/s relationship, regularly tied up, my butt often deliciously red, my boyfriend a sexy rocker, I sailed along taking it all for granted, mistakenly assuming all the naughty, decadent, salacious things we shared would be forever in my life, if not with him, with the relationships that followed.
How wrong I was. I look back at those times in wonder. How did I get so lucky? Come to think of it, how did he? I know he’s entrenched in a vanilla marriage now. I think it must be very difficult.
I heard this song on the radio today and it made me think of him and that wild ride. This is for all of you who have been there, and are hoping, wishing and praying – and living with the ache…