Over the last year, we have been through a fuckton of changes in our non-monogamy. I don’t really know what else to call it. We are definitely not monogamous. We’re past the notch in the bedpost, fucking for sport, just sex swinging but not quite all the way to poly. But, it’s not door swung wide, no holds barred, floundering in the deep end open either. I’m just not sure what the fuck to call it. So, for now, let’s just stick with calling it our non-monogamy. Continue reading
The world is dark beyond the windows. The house is quiet as the kids sleep. We are having coffee. Daddy on his playstation playing baseball and I on my computer, perving fetlife and writing. I love these quiet mornings shared over coffee. Continue reading
Why do you poly? Why do you have an open marriage? These are questions that have been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks, consuming much of my thought time. I know why I poly. I know why I want an open marriage. I will share my reasons in this post and I hope you might do the same in the comments. Continue reading
I am a panty girl. I love panties. I definitely have a panty fetish, one that goes back a long, long way. For as long as I can remember, I have had a thing for wearing pretty panties and, as I got older, for girls who wear pretty panties. Continue reading
Over the course of the last three or four months, my marriage has been evolving at an almost startling pace. In particular, it’s been very surreal this past month or so. In that very short period of time, my husband of almost 14 years, figured out and came to terms with the fact that he could have strong enough feelings for another woman to consider that he might be in love with her. We talked and talked and talked and talked some more to get our heads around that. With that realization came another… if he could fall / be in love with someone else without it affecting his love and affection for me, then he had to believe that I was capable of doing the same. After that realization, I was given a mess of new freedoms, everything from talking with whoever I wanted to online to being able to start actively seeking a local playmate and getting back on twitter. Continue reading
Love. Wow. That is a pretty broad topic and I am a girl of many words. Let’s narrow this down a bit, shall we. I think I’ll stick to the idea of romantic love as I write today.
When I was a little girl, love looked like a fairy tale made up of Prince Charming and some sort of princess (usually in distress). Love was wonderful, rosy, easy, ya know… happily ever after and all that good stuff. At least it was on TV and in the story books and the movies and well… just about everywhere you looked. Continue reading
Something I did caught his eye, captured his interest. I may never know what it was, but then he did something crazy.
He took a minute.
He read my profile. At the very least, he read the high points.
He said hello.
He shook Daddy’s hand. Continue reading