I has it. Big time. This is a new word for me but not a new feeling. A couple months ago Sir and I attended a poly workshop and this was one of the words they went over. compersion. Noun. (uncountable) The feeling of joy associated with seeing a loved one love another; contrasted with… Continue reading Compersion
For the past three weekends I have attended a high protocol class in our local community. This class has actually been a bit of a dream come true for me. In my early days of learning about this lifestyle I frequently attended the parties my mentor would throw at her home. They were not high… Continue reading Time for class
I find it difficult to ask for certain needs to be met. For example, when I need a certain type of attention. Whether it’s mad passion or punishment it doesn’t compute in my brain to ask. When I say mad passion I mean primal acts, like coming up behind me and taking me while pawing… Continue reading Slave Needs
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I’ve always known this time would come… The time we would expand our family. I’ve been poly as long as I can remember. In the beginning I wanted Sir to myself and for three and a half years I have had Him to myself. But that missing link is becoming more and more obvious. A… Continue reading Poly Anna
Sometimes, when things are quiet and my mind is still, Sir will catch me staring at Him with a big dumb smile on my face and he asks “what are you cheesing about”. Even after 3 years it’s still hard to believe this is my life now. I am so happy to be His. I… Continue reading Cheesin’
A few nights ago we were snuggling in bed… maybe a little intoxicated, just living life. I tend to get extra lovey dovey when I’m tipsy, so I cuddled up to Sir and said “I love You” with a big dumb smile on my face. “Good” He said. And I just beamed. That one, single… Continue reading Good!
