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In a World Without Consquences (NSFW) {GTT}

March 4, 2010 | about mommygeekology, married life | Tags: , ,
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This week’s Girl Talk Thursday prompt is – In a world without consequences, what kinky fantasy/thing would you do?

I’ve made no secret of my kinky tendencies on this blog. While it’s not all I write about or talk about, my thoughts and words and writing are splattered with my passion for bondage and power play.

In a world without consequences… I had to think about that for a bit. Define it. No laws, no judgment, no effect on my children, family life or relationships.  Just me and my lover(s) in a world where I’ve made all the rules.

I’d build a house with a secret floor reserved for various pleasure chambers. I’d buy things like cages and flagellery cases. I’d soundproof the room and spend thousands of dollars at upscale, kinky sex shops. I’d reach out to bondage networks with my husband, searching for the perfect mate to share our bed when we feel like it. When he feels like it. I’d spend hours not making any decisions except to continue to give over my power to him. We’d test the boundaries of my self, I’d find and luxuriate in that wonderful sense of being that is sub-space. I’d walk naked through my house wearing nothing but cuffs and collar. I’d wiggle my butt and swing my hips knowing that in my choice to give up my choices, I gained a powerful weapon – my sexuality. We’d stop to eat, to drink, to sleep. We’d fuck. We’d make love. We’d lay lazily intertwined watching tv without bothering to clean up.

I’d spend a weekend playing at 24/7 BDSM. I’d convince my husband to have sex with me in public. I’d call up my sexiest girlfriends and tell them to come to my house, naked and slightly drunk, while my husband wields the video camera. I’d do everything, and anything, I wanted.

Then I’d snap out of my reverie, awoken by the baby giggling in her crib, and get up to start my day, because we all know a world without consequences doesn’t (shouldn’t, couldn’t) exist. .

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Affirmation {Songs & Meaning}

March 1, 2010 | about mommygeekology, married life, philosophy | Tags: , , , , ,
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About a kajillion years ago, in 1999, when the dinosaurs roamed the earth, Savage Garden came out with a song that rocked me to my core. Affirmation. This song is everything I’ve ever thought. This song is like my mission statement. This song is my prayer. This song weaves melody and words into the intricate patterns that make up the tapestry of my heart and soul.

“I believe the sun should never set upon an argument”

This is a rule in my home, and I try to adhere to it as much as possible. Don’t go to bed angry, my grandmother and my mother have always said. It’s a way to make sure we make an effort to make it right. It’s how we ensure that resentment and anger don’t fester overnight, flooding our dreams, filling us will anxiety. It’s an affirmation of our love and devotion to each other as a family or as friends, a way to say this means something to me.

“I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands…I believe I’m loved when I’m completely by myself alone”

We look too often to outside sources for happiness and confidence. We rely heavily on our friendships, social standing, careers or otherwise to provide us the happiness that we crave and deserve. It’s not always bad. A community, friendships, careers, these are all great things. But I also believe that we need to reach deep down within ourselves and find a happiness there. A happiness in just being alive, a happiness in being ourselves regardless of our circumstances, our friendships or status symbols. We need some joy in ourselves, and we need to protect it like the most precious gem. There will always be times of hardship, and that gem may save us and give us the strength to rise above.

“I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do”

Isn’t that what we’re all doing? It doesn’t mean there aren’t bad parents out there. It doesn’t mean that they didn’t know it was wrong, or know they should do better. But I think that it’s fair to say that we’re doing the best job we know how to do. Now, whether that’s actually any good or not… well time will tell.

“I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned”

I try to do good deeds. I try to hold doors, and put my grocery cart away, and spread a little love and happiness where I can, when I can. I give to charities but I also love to send my friends little gifts and care packages… just because. I hope that my kind words and good deeds have something to do with the luck, love and happiness that I’ve had in my life.

“I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned”

I have this theory about love. I think that every love counts. Puppy love, “true love” – it doesn’t matter. It all counts. I think we have a tendency to look back on our lives, once we attain what we feel is the greatest pinnacle of love we’ve ever achieved, and say – “that wasn’t really love“. I disagree. I think we loved as well as we knew how. We loved to our fullest capacity. It hurt when it ended, but I believe that with that love, and that hurt, we allowed our hearts to grow to accept greater love (and, subsequently, greater pain). I love my husband with every fiber of my being. But if I die tomorrow? I hope that he goes on to find someone else to love, eventually. I hope it will be a love just as great, or greater, than ours is now.

“I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye”

Every story has at least two sides, and every side has it’s trials and tribulations. Nothing is perfect, nothing, no matter how it may appear. When I drive on the highway, I usually pick a lane and stick to it. History has told me that unless I’m willing to be reckless, switching to a lane that appears to be going faster never helps. Traffic is going the same way. Eventually that lane will slow and I’ll look longingly at the car I was behind just a few minutes ago as it speeds past. I believe that loss sharpens our vision and provides enough perspective for us to see what we may have been missing or taking for granted.

“I believe you can’t control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed”

I’m bisexual, and when I was in high school my mother asked me when I was going to “get over this phase.” It was one of the most hurtful things she’s ever said to me, because she didn’t, and couldn’t, accept who I am. It doesn’t come up anymore because I’m married to a man, but it still hurts. I’m married to a man whom I trust and love, and our sexual preferences mean that one day, we may invite someone else into our bedroom from time to time. Trust is more important than monogamy. We’ve both changed since we were married. We aren’t as skinny as we used to be. I don’t wear makeup every day anymore. But it doesn’t matter. We love each other as whole people – not as an attractive combination of body parts.  Our love is more than a raw sexual passion. I use a tag on this site – marital bliss – you’ll note that those posts aren’t all about being naked. I mean, some of them are… but you get my point.

“I believe that family is worth more than money or gold”

I don’t think that I need to elaborate much on this one. If there is any one of you who disagrees with this statement I will say that I cannot fathom, at all, what you are thinking. I’d add to this list that my friends? My friends fall just beneath my family. Money is farther down… and only important in that it allows me to provide for my family, and my friends.

“I believe in love surviving death into eternity”

I believe in Heaven, or some version of it. I believe that we will see our loved ones again. I believe that I will be able to look down & watch over my loved ones when I die.  Barring that, then at least let me wander the earth as a ghost of some sort so I can scare the bejeezus out of anyone trying to hurt my friends or family. Or both. I’m good with both.

In all seriousness though – I don’ t think love stops when we die. Those who are living continue to love us, and I believe that those who pass to wherever, or whatever, the Other Side is, continue to love us as well.

Full lyrics

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it’s bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I’m loved when I’m completely by myself alone

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

I believe you can’t control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

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Valentines Day: Meh. {Opinion}

February 11, 2010 | about mommygeekology, featured, making memories, married life |
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I’m honestly not impressed with Valentine’s Day. I’ve told DaddyGeek not to get me anything this year, and I mean it. We show our love in a lot of other ways – we don’t need a random day in February to prove it. And even if we did? You can’t prove love with a box of chocolates, or a sentimental card written by someone at Hallmark on salary, or a stuffed teddy bear. You can’t even prove love with a grand gesture. I’ve seen grand gestures in my life. They mean nothing without all the tiny, daily gestures.

Anyone can plan a romantic weekend or a skywritten marriage proposal or a bed of roses. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could buy that shit at Amazon!

True love is not rolling your eyes when I ask you to get me a soda “If you’re getting up anytime soon!”, and true love is knowing that I really mean Please get me a soda now! True love is being willing to go sleep on the couch because your snoring is keeping me awake and between you and the baby, I’m not sleeping at all. True love is letting me take a nap on Saturday morning while you watch the kids, even as they scream and yell and cry and run. True love is putting up with my family. True love is taking my mood swings in stride. True love is supporting me and all my crazy endeavors, including starting a small business when I’m already working part time and our schedules are already packed. True love is making me tea in the morning, and picking out samples that you know I’ll love, just for me. True love is sharing your ice cream with me.

True love is sharing your life with me.

True love is raising our children with me.

I know my husband loves me. It’s in every move that he makes. Every gesture of every day, the little things and the big things. I don’t need a holiday to tell me that, or remind me of it.

I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You

Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life’s a dream we are dreaming

Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do

Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can’t you feel the glory?

Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I could spend my lifetime loving you

Though we know we will never come again
When there is love, life begins
Over and over again

Save the night, save the day
Save your love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my life time loving you

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Women are Contrary Little Buggers

November 13, 2009 | about mommygeekology, married life | Tags: , , ,
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Last night, Cupcake was particularly hard to put to sleep, and I was a particularly big bitch about it. I had no patience, and I let it show. I was pissed at myself for being such a douchey mother last night, so when I finally got back to the living room, I sat on the couch and wondered whether I should just go to bed, or stay up, try to be less grumpy, fail, and then ultimately go to bed.

I expressed this thought to my husband.

He laughed a little, and suggested I just go catch up on some sleep. Then he offered to handle bedtime tonight so I could try and hang out with a friend. But last night, not only was I a douchey, yelly, bitchy mother, but I was also a whiny, contradictory, bitchy wife.

I yelled at him for offering. I got grumpy, I pouted and stomped my feet and whined about how it never works out for me, and I never get to do anything after the kids go to sleep because something always happens to interfere, and WAH WAH WAH WOE IS ME.

Then I stomped into the bedroom, but I forgot my blanket. So I stomped back out, got my blanket and shut the door. But no, it didn’t end there. After my tirade (which he endured with his typical grace and – probably – inner amusement) I opened the door again and said “Don’t look at me like that, you told me to go to bed!”

Yes, it’s as unreasonable as it sounds. Possibly more.

I am a grown woman – what is WRONG with me? I had a nice enough evening. I played with my daughter while chatting with Holly, and I had a good meal. My day wasn’t particularly stressful and I’m not really PMSing. What excuse do I have? None, really. I wouldn’t put up with it from my kid, why do I expect my husband to put up with it?

I cried myself to sleep last night, not because I was so upset about the evening, but because I wanted to apologize. In my irrationality, though, I wanted HIM to come into the bedroom to comfort me, and THEN I would apologize. I apologized this morning, but still. Last night I was ridiculous.

Dear DaddyGeek,

Babe, I am so sorry. Thank you for putting up with me.

XOXO ~ MommyGeek

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Asterisk (*)

November 9, 2009 | making memories, married life | Tags: , ,
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Yesterday was my birthday, and you know what that means: birthday sex. Sex exactly the way I want it – all about me me me me me me me. Yes. Moi Me. MY sex.

I’ve been preparing. Thinking about exactly what I want, buying supplies, even getting the kids into bed early.  I found my sexy nightgown, my sexy toys, and put everything in one place in the closet so it would be ready as soon as both children were asleep.

My birthday has recently (in the last five years or so) been a very emotional day for me. I end up crying for no reason and sometimes with reason, and it doesn’t usually go as planned, but yesterday I knew that I’d have my birthday sex and it would be awesome. It would make this birthday, my 25th, memorable.

Fast forward to last night, 8:30pm. The kids are asleep, early, and DaddyGeek and I are looking at each other expectantly. We watch a half hour of TV and then the foreplay starts. He asks me to get a few supplies, and as I’m gathering things together, we hear Cupcake wake up, whimpering, over the baby monitor. Whimpering, then full blown screaming, shrieking, freaking out.

FUCK.

I ran into the bedroom to assure her that I was there, Mommy was there, she was safe, it was just a bad dream. She’s panicking, though, and I can tell what’s coming next. I cup my hand beneath her mouth just in time to catch the first round of vomit. DaddyGeek is quick to realize what’s happening and shows up with a towel to spread over the bed and baby wipes to help clean things up a little bit. I wipe what I’ve caught in my hands in time for the next round of vomit. Rinse, repeat. She threw up everything in her stomach.  She vomited 10-12 times and after some water, a few back rubs and her binkies back (she still sleeps with them) and she went back to sleep.

Needless to say, catching vomit in your hands is slightly less than sexy, even when you’re doing it in a slinky negligee without any underwear on.

We took a break to watch Desperate Housewives before we tried again. By that time, everything was quiet. The children were sleeping soundly, and it was just us. Oh sweet, sweet silence. We couldn’t find any music to put on, so we decided to forgo it (music had been on my list of “wants” for birthday sex) and get going.

I won’t detail everything that happened next for your sake, but suffice to say it was sexy. Another item on my list? A blindfold. And a lot of foreplay. DaddyGeek delivered – about half an hour later, we were just sampling the main course, so to speak, when we heard some noises over the baby monitor. We tried to ignore it at first and keep going. It was so. damn. good. We couldn’t. You just can’t ignore a toddler whimpering pathetically in her sleep when trying to boink your husband. Or anyone, for that matter.

And so it happened that my 25th Birthday Sexcapade was more like an Almost-Sexcapade with BONUS! Vomit, and very, very memorable.

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Why, Yes. Yes I will.

November 8, 2009 | about mommygeekology, making memories, married life | Tags: ,
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I went to what we refer to as “the country store” the other day to get things for dinner. We call it the country store because it’s really more like an olde time General Store than a convenience store. They’ve got a butcher, a produce section, pet section, alcohol – the whole nine yards.

I wandered around and gathered what we needed: marinated chicken, milk, cream, french fried onion rings, Stovetop stuffing, rolls.

I walked by the “home improvement section.” I saw a bundle of rope. It was clothesline.

I couldn’t help it. I grabbed it. I put it in my little basket, thinking of all the delightfully kinky things that we could do with it once the kids went to bed*.

As I got up to the counter, one of the older women who works there gestured me to a free register (there are two) and started to ring me up. She did a bit of a double-take at the clothesline and chatted about how amazed she is that they sell it there- seems they have all kinds of odds and ends there!

I chuckled to myself; if only she knew!

As I took my receipt and gathered my bags, she called out, “Enjoy your clothesline!”

I turned back and gave a wry smile. “I definitely will!”

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Vignette: The Married Mom & Body Image

October 28, 2009 | making memories, married life | Tags: , , ,
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She was never shy, but now, having given birth to two children in front of dozens of people she doesn’t know, it seem unnecessary to cover up.  Strips in the family room, next to a pile of clean laundry. The kids and her husband are in the room, but who cares? Those kids came from her; it’s nothing her husband hasn’t seen before.

Across the room, she catches her husband’s eye. He’s grinning a la Cheshire Cat and raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh stop it. This-” she gestures along her body with her hand, an otherwise alluring gesture were it not for her words, “isn’t attractive anymore.”

He doesn’t say a word, just continues to smile and stare. She reaches into the laundry basket, searching for a simple, unembellished black top to go with the comfortable gray pants.  She almost doesn’t notice him sidle up behind her. He wraps his arms around her and hugs, rocking back and forth again to make his point.

As he walks away she smiles a little and says “Six years ago you wouldn’t have found this attractive.”

He still hasn’t said a word, but now she dresses with a quiet confidence.

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Horny

September 29, 2009 | about mommygeekology, featured, married life | Tags:
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Hello. My name is MommyGeek, and I am a horny bitch.

twitterstatusI got dressed up today because I want to get laid. My inlaws are in town and all I can think about is getting laid. I think I have a problem. And the first step is admitting it, yes? And then the next step is getting laid, right? Oh please say yes.*

Can I trust you? Can I make a full confession here? I love sex. A lot. It’s amazing. I love sex even more now that I’ve found a partner who truly understands my …..exotic tastes. I’ve found a man who can give me multiple orgasms. Who knows just which buttons to push, and how long to push, and how hard.

It fucking rocks.*

Despite what my mother thought, I am not an easy girl. I held firmly onto my virginity until I was 19, and then my first experiences with sex weren’t very great. One guy “surprised” me with a back door entrance (NO!) and another had hair that smelled like dirt. After another called me a broad, I was done. Until I met DaddyGeek.

He made love to me on a Thursday. It’s one of my favorite days of the week. Always has been. He whispered the most wonderful, poetic, beautiful things in my ear, and he truly worshiped my body. (It’s probably the most gentle sex we’ve ever had!) It was amazing. I think of it often.

There was a time, when we had first moved in together, that I lived in his Air Force dorm room with him. We lived in a tiny itty bitty room – I think it was probably 10×10 or 9×10 – but we loved it. We were young (we still are) and in love. Most importantly, we were in lust.

We made whoopie several times a day, every day, for weeks on end. One day he rebuffed my advances, saying in a tiny, pathetic voice – “I can’t do it again. I’m chafing. It hurts!” Poor little guy!*

We had every kind of sex. We had loud sex. Floor sex. Bed sex. Standing sex. Sitting sex. Traditional sex. Quickie sex. Marathon sex.

Oh, the Google hits I shall get.

Now we have two children and a two bedroom apartment. Geeklet’s crib is in our room. It’s hard to find time, energy, and space. Especially when all we want is a little kink.  We manage, just not as often as we’d like. I mean let’s face it – I’ve had two children. No matter how youthful, taut and slim my body was pre-kids, it’s suffered. And though I don’t think I cut too bad of a figure at this point, there are places I’d rather hide. Sometimes I can’t get up the energy to have sex simply because I feel disgusting. secretary_poster

I find it helps if I get a little dressed up. Today I passed on the comfy khakis and plain vneck shirt and went for a nice pair of black business slacks, deep purple tank and cute little gray jacket. I went with heels. I put on a little makeup. I pulled my hair back into a bun. I feel like the Secretary. (Have I mentioned that that the movie that made me realize just how much I enjoy the kink?)  It’s been a little while, but too long however you count it. I need this. I truly believe sex is a critical part of marriage.

His birthday is coming up. A joke was made, but I’m seriously considering it – don’t buy anything for him except a big red bow. My gift won’t be appropriate at the family party, but he’ll appreciate it more than a gift certificate. ::seductive wink::

Today, though. Today I am so damn horny. I hope you don’t see me on Twitter tonight.

*Yup, those are sex puns! You clever little thing.

PS I apologize for the rambling. It’s not my fault. All I can think about is sex. It’s like I’m fourteen. And male.

Update:

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GTT – What Turns Me On?

July 16, 2009 | about mommygeekology, married life | Tags: ,
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Dear DaddyGeek – you should probably already know this list by heart. Just sayin’.

I’m going to play this MommyMelee style and do some bullets. Y’all OK with that?

  • Toned arms.
  • You nibbling on my ear. Or your ear.
  • Bondage. And sometimes porn. Preferably with bondage.
  • A clean house. Cannot have sex or even KISS when there is a mess.
  • A glass of wine. Or amaretto & diet coke.
  • A nice curvy ass. mmmmmmm.
  • Sometimes, a nice gesture by my husband… or a beautiful moment between him and the kids. Then it’s not fucking – it’s definitely making love.
  • Being woken up…. by fondling or his erection.
  • Sexy scenes on the TV.
  • Getting the kids to bed early.
  • Hotel rooms.
  • New living quarters.
  • Sexy new clothes and/or outfits.
  • A wig, sometimes.
  • Candles.
  • Stolen elevator moments.

What about you? Join in on the fun and post what turns you on for a chance to win a sexy addition to your toy collection (or your very first!) from Maria’s sponsor, Eden Fantasies.

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Girl Talk Thursday – p0rn and marraige

July 9, 2009 | married life | Tags: , , , ,
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Look, I totally got this up ON THURSDAY!

Porn. Oh, Lordy — what a can of worms I’ve opened up by posting this. Google Pervs, welcome to MommyGeekology. It is not what you expected.  Move along!

I like porn. DG and I watch together from time to time as part of our sexual relations, and I find that it really does help to spice things up. We are interested in a very specific kind of porn, and honestly, I’m a little reluctant to post it here.

Oh, what the hell? I’ll lose a few readers, but at least I’ve been honest. Geez, Girl Talk Thursday is really turning out to be a sort of confessional for me, huh? First I’m bisexual, and now I’m about to tell you that I we enjoy bondage.

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I don’t know what you’ve heard on the subject, or whether you’ve heard of it at all. I can tell you that we are of the milder variety, and I can tell you that it’s something that has been sensual and sexual to me for my entire life. When I was younger, I didn’t realize why I wanted to go be alone when I watched those shows where the woman is tied to the railroad tracks, but I did. I loved the Nancy Drew books, because inevitably she was captured, bound, and had to struggle her way out.  It made me squirm.  It still does.

I’m a little more sophisticated, now. I’ve done my reading, and DG and I have established our comfort zone, our limits. I’ve learned the difference between Bondage, D/s and S&M. We’ve learned that I don’t like 99% of S&M – I’ve learned that 24/7 D/s is not a lifestyle that we want to practice. We’ve read books about safety and technique, and purchased special tools and accessories to ensure that our experience does not end badly – tragically.  We don’t participate in bondage in any of its extreme forms, anyway, so the risk is slight. We do not open our relationship to other individuals or couples, lessening the risk even more.

I am a very strong woman. Many would say that my personality is very Type-A, very dominant, very “I wear the pants.”  Though my mother refuses to recognize it, I am the matriarch in my family. In that role, I make many decisions, and I am held responsible for nearly every aspect of our lives. I pay bills, I clean house, I plan dinners (though I don’t dare cook them!), I care for sick children, I care for well children, I organize clothes, fold laundry, schedule activities, and keep us on a budget and a diet (sort of).

Is it so strange, then, to want to simply not make any more decisions? To give myself completely, wholly, to my husband and to trust in him and his magic penis hands? I don’t think so. I don’t think it’s so unusual to want to know and to feel that he is stronger than I, that he is dominant, that he can protect me and, yes, pleasure me. I don’t think, for me, that it’s so unusual that all I want sometimes is to simply submit.

There is a power in that decision, an immense power. To decide to give yourself, your body and your mind over in that way is a powerful gift and privilege for the receiver.  And if I were to decide that I no longer wanted to give that trust, that power, to him – I would not.

Pornography is wonderful to help set the mood when we are ready.  Sex as a parent takes an immense amount of planning as it is – hardly sexy – add the props and special situation of bondage and D/s into the mix, and it’s a scheduling nightmare. A 10-minute pornographic video clip definitely helps us both release our tension from the day and remember how to touch and look at each other as lovers and not as “that other person who helps with the kids and the house.”

I won’t be surprised to check my FeedBurner stats tomorrow and see that my readership has dropped to single-digits – but you know what? That’s OK. I feel freer having said it. I feel relieved.

I can tell you now that it took me twenty minutes to get a damn corset on Tuesday night, and then I realized I had it on backwards (who puts the laces IN THE FRONT?) so I couldn’t wear it after all, but settled for a sexy dress I got for dirt on Red Tag Crazy and that worked to get us in the mood.

I can tell you now that when we were moving, I forgot to put all those toys away separately, and J and DG pulled out the drawer from under the bed and our entire sex life was exposed, right there, for all to see. J didn’t say anything, lol.

I can tell you now that I was never able to orgasm before my husband I started practicing bondage and D/s.

I can tell you now that I write erotic stories.

I can tell you, now, that yes I am a kinky bitch. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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