Monday, July 29, 2013

Bath Time

He stood there dutifully, with hand extended for assistance.  Grabbing hold of it, I stepped up on the platform and then eased myself into the swirling, hot water of the tub.  Once I let go of him, he hurried off quickly only to return within moments, drink and snack in hand. 
“Is there anything else you require Momma?”  he asked, as he laid everything out by the edge of the tub.
“Not now boy, I think I’m all set” I replied as I settled back into the tub to soak the long week away.  He scurried off to finish prepping the room for the guests later that evening.  I closed my eyes tub to tune him out and sunk deeper into tub, focusing on the bubbling heat surrounding my tired, achy muscles.  

After a while, the heat finally getting to me, I slid up to sit on the edge of the tub.  As I nibbled on my snack, I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him engrossed in whatever task he was into.  His facial expressions betraying the seriousness with which he approached it all just warmed me that much more.  I find nothing sexier than knowing my complete pleasure means so much to him.

As my body cooled off enough to take another dunk, I ordered him over to clean me up.  He quickly finished up the task at hand, snatched up rag and soap, and crossed over to the tub.  It only took a moment for him to size up the situation and slide into the tub facing me.  Placing a foot upon his chest, he began to slowly rub the wash cloth gently up and down my leg.  Leaning back and closing my eyes, I got lost in the sensual sensations of the cloth light rubbing up and down my leg, the hot water wrapping around my leg and then rapidly cooling off.  I could feel every ounce of tension just dripping away with the water.

As he finished up the legs, I dipped my feet in the water and playfully teased his cock for a minute before turning around so my back was facing him.  Without any urging, he began washing my back, venturing up my neck and even behind my ears.  I found myself so caught up in the sensations I almost didn’t realize when he was done.  A little pressure on my shoulder woke me from my zen place and I leaned back into him so he could reach the front.  

The skin to skin contact sent us both to lala land.  He nibbled on my neck while he lazily washed my front.  I’d playfully pinch his thigh when he paid too much attention to the breasts.  I rubbed on his legs, wiggled my ass into his cock.  The playful interactions continued for far longer than needed, but no where near as long as wanted.  But guests were on their way… so I suddenly sat up, spun around and planted a deep, loving kiss on his lips.  As we broke.. I leaned back the other way and simply stated…

“Get out of my tub.”

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Where's the Vanilla?

Often times on FetLife, there’s questions that pop up that I struggle to answer.  It’s all those questions that talk about “kink versus Vanilla” or “D/s versus Vanilla”.   I look at life with my boy and have no clue how to define what’s kink and what’s vanilla.   I don’t mean from a this is D/s and that’s Vanilla.. what I’m getting at is what makes something D/s and what makes it vanilla.

I mean, just take yesterday for example.  We have some DIY projects that were far over due and with my mother coming to town, I laid down the law that all these projects would be done before her arrival.  That would be D/s, right?  But it’s a simple painting job.  Isn’t that vanilla?  What if I further explained that, in order to get the job done, he choose to hire outside help.  I mean he made that decision, not me… but he still made that decision in order to accomplish my overall intend of getting the jobs completed before my mother’s arrival… so was that D/s or was that vanilla?

So now I sit here, on the couch, with three men running around my house getting all the work done I want done.  Pretty vanilla, right?  But what if I threw in the curve ball that one of the men working today is also one of my lovers?  That he knows what we both look like naked.  He’s seen my boy in some rather compromising positions.  Does it change anything if I told you he took the job that was in my line of sight and is currently shirtless while he paints?  What if I told you we shot sexual innuendos back and forth the whole time he painted?

What if I told you that all three of them would come get me to give the nod of approval every time a big task was completed?  I mean my boy was the one managing the job, assigning out the tasks, looking over their shoulder and checking their work… but they still felt compelled to seek my approval too?

So when I look at my life as a whole, I don’t know how to pull the two apart.  I’m not sure it even makes sense to try.  I used to see vanilla as the things we did to get by in society as a whole.  Things like grocery shopping, cooking dinner, running the kids to soccer practice.  Kink was the sexy play things we did, like flogging, bondage, cbt, cuckolding, etc.  D/s was the intent placed behind things.  So when I told him to do something, it was D/s… when he did something to just please me, it was vanilla.  But after 3 years of living together… it all feels like D/s to me.  Outside of work, his default mode is to make me happy.  Whether I ask him, or he simply does.. in his mind and mine, he does it to keep me happy.  

But we’ve even gone so far as to interlace kink throughout our lives.  Is watching TV kinky?  Most would say no.  But if we’re watching TV while he’s naked and I’m dressed and he’s rubbing my feet… is that kinky or vanilla?  And could someone please tell me where the line between Vanilla sex and kinky sex actually is?  If we’re missionary style for a nice quicky.. that’s vanilla, right?  But what if I give him directions on how fast or slow or certain movements… does that make it kinky?  But yet.. I used to do that with vanilla boyfriends too.  I mean how else were they going to know what I liked and didn’t like?  I still do it with my lovers while my boy is standing right there.  Does it change because my lovers view the statements as guidance and not commands?  But yet they both seem to do as I say.

So I have to wonder.. is there really any benefit to actually separating them out?  Or is this something of an exercise geared more for the part timers than those of us who live it 24/7?

I'm not dead... YET!

I bet you thought this blog was dead.. didn’t you?  Yeah, me too! LOL

So where have I been?  I been here, still dealing with a crazy busy life and having as much fun as I can squeeze in!  Unfortunately, a slightly busier than normal schedule and a HUGE case of writers block meant every post I started to write never managed to get finished.  I have about 8 stories half written and a handful of topics started, but for some reason the endings just haven’t been coming.  I was struggling so much, I actually contemplated shutting it all down.  

But I realized I’d miss it.  It’s a fun outlet for me and while my comments on the blog are negligible… I’ve gotten some fun interaction in my inbox from it.  So I’m going to try and buckle down this week and see if I can wrap up a few of these old posts and get a bit more regular in posting again.  But as always… I make no promises!