Desire

As I sit on the sofa and read, I find myself idly stroking my left breast. Not to any purpose, but a reassuring thing. Neither Sir nor myself have been at the tops of our games recently. Between colds and bad backs and…

There is still an undercurrent of desire. But it seems to have gotten shy.

But I still love the small reminders of Sir’s domain. The protocol of the collar. Small acts of service. Asking permission to do certain things and use certain furniture. I like not having the control that I cede to Sir.

I think this is just new year, winter hibernation.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s