Category Archives: DD/lg

They’re Back…!

What a reunion. 😄
http://youtu.be/odQQ4jgGpFU

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Have A Laugh

Good morning WP!
Does anyone else like Family Feud? Read and watch, it’s hilarious!

http://m.eonline.com/news/698271/hilarious-family-feud-answer-leaves-steve-harvey-speechless-watch-now

Hmm, I would love it if there was a kink addition of the show. Just a thought…LOL!

Sisterhood of The World Bloggers Award

https://cinnamonandsparkles.wordpress.com/
Has nominated me for the Sisterhood of The World Bloggers Award.

Thank you again, Cinn! I apologize for posting so late. 💛

1. What is your best summer memory so far for 2015?

My best summer memory so far is finally getting my own apartment. It’s been busy, stressful, exciting and full of ups and downs, and this is only the beginning…but isn’t that just a part of such an important step in one’s life? ☺

2. Do you have a favorite website that you always go to? What & why?

Not really, although I love WP. The community is so supportive and real here. It is a drama free zone as far as I can tell.

3. Do you donate to any charity? Which one and why?

Does Goodwill count? A few of the family and I try to donate something every year. We usually bring things like clothes and toys. But last year we were able to give a few pieces of baby furniture. That reminds me! One year my NFB (National Federation of The Blind) chapter came together to donate to this family for Christmas. We took a mother and her three children out to dinner, and bought clothes, toys, a few games, blankets, and lots of gift cards to clothing and grocery stores for them. The mother cried. She made all of us cry. It felt great to be able to help them.

4. What is your favorite way to unwind and relax?

Bubble baths, cartoons or wine hardly ever fail. Sometimes I wish I had access to a swing because that is always relaxing.

5. What brand of health or beauty product would you never give up?

I’m not really attached to any health or beauty product like that. Anything that does not damage or irritate sensitive skin works for me.

6. What is your favorite flower and why?

I love orchids. They are beautiful and they make me happy. 😃

7. What is your favorite outdoor activity?

Honestly I’m not much of the outdoorsy type. There are too many creepy, crawly, buzzy little creatures around and I get too freaked out to enjoy it. Oh, but I do love feeding ducks at duck ponds and walking along the water’s edge at night. Water brings me peace.

8. Which is your favorite season and why?

I’m really not sure. Maybe fall or winter because of all the holidays and festivities. MMM! And all of the yummy food! Cakes and pies and my nana’s special macaroni and cheese…! Where was I? Oh, right.

9. Which magical power would you want and why?

You mean I can only choose one? Let’s see… I think I would want the power to fly. That way I could go up up and away when earthquakes hit. I hate earthquakes.

10. What kind of fairy would you be?

I would be a water fairy.

http://disneyfairies.wikia.com/wiki/Water-talent

Directions;

* Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back to their site.

* Put the award logo on your site.

* Answer the questions given you.

* Nominate people/blogs by posting links to their blog.

* Give them 10 questions to answer.

* HAVE FUN!!!

I nominate:

https://sirslittledarling.wordpress.com/

https://wildwestangel.wordpress.com/

http://surrenderingmyshield.com/

http://kaylalords.com/author/kayla/

https://cinnamonandsparkles.wordpress.com/

https://glimpseintoheartsdesireblog.wordpress.com/

https://celestiajoy13.wordpress.com/

All of you are awesome and inspiring and I love reading your thoughts. 🙌

My Birthday

I meant to post this yesterday. June 21st was the first official day of summer. It was also my birthday. ☺

Not really a big fan of chocolate but my mom bought it for me. It was delicious! I think my mom may have added her love to it. 😍

I got these from my dad. He and I have been trying to rebuild our relationship these past two or three years. I’ve had too many birthdays without him, so it was nice to spend most of my BDay weekend with him. 😀

Last but not least…

I love wine. Need I say more?

I hope the pictures post. Fingers crossed please. Thanks for letting me share.

Monday Morning Rant

So I found this in my email inbox this morning. I was very tempted to post the link but that would probably make me look like an instigator, which is not my intention. However, I will share a quote because this is my space to write my feelings out.

“Do you think that it is necessary or perhaps more fitting for your daughter/little girl to be in a specific (actual) age range and/or in a specific range of body types?

I’ve seen so many daughters/babygirls that I just can’t take seriously..I understand that it is roleplay and we’re not looking for an actual baby, nor looking for an actual underage teen girl BUT, quite frankly, an obese babygirl/daughter is not at all credible in my eyes, neither is a 40/50 yo. playing little girl. In my opinion there must be some physical/age standards too (and mind that the range I find likable is quite wide). Am I alone in this thought? I think daughters/babygirls would be laughing in your face if you’re younger, smaller and weaker and shorter than your girl and you want her to call you daddy, it’s ridiculous.”

This is disgusting behavior to me! It is okay for one to have preferences but it is not okay to be rude and to invalidate someone because you say they cannot be a ____ because they don’t meet your ridiculous standards for what is and isn’t acceptable.

1. “I’ve seen so many daughters/babygirls that I just can’t take seriously.”

It bothers me when terms like daughter and son are used to refer to the caretaker/little dynamic because it implies that people in these dynamics have incestuous desires. Words like babygirl or babyboy are more like terms of endearment in my opinion.

2. “I understand that it is roleplay…”

For many caretakers/littles, including myself, this is not role play. It is a part of who we are.

3. “…an obese babygirl/daughter is not at all credible in my eyes, neither is a 40/50 yo. playing little girl.”

Why not? Babygirls/babyboys and littles come in all ages and sizes and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Apparently someone is paying too much attention to outside appearances, rather than what really matters, the heart. I expect nothing less from someone so shallow. By the way, this guy is 25. Some people around my age have a lot of growing up to do. But then, ignorance and immaturity come in all ages.

4. “I think daughters/babygirls would be laughing in your face if you’re younger, smaller and weaker and shorter than your girl and you want her to call you daddy, it’s ridiculous.”

No, people who know better will be laughing in your face when they see how ridiculous you are. Oh and, keep insulting people if you want them to take you seriously. That’s the way to build meaningful friendships and long-lasting relationships. Note the sarcasm.

Okay, I am finished ranting.

You Are Monogamous and Your Partner Is Poly?

I have no idea how to create those fancy links where a word or phrase leads to an article, so please bear with me here.
An email from Submissive Guide caught my eye this morning.

http://www.submissiveguide.com/2015/02/identifying-as-monogamous-in-a-poly-dynamic/

With all the poly discussion I have been having with a close friend lately, and with one of my favorite shows nearing its season finale, I needed to research this myself. The term “Mono/Poly” isn’t something I am familiar with but the concept does make sense. Google to the rescue! I came across this article.

https://www.morethantwo.com/polyformonogamouspeople.html

I thought it was full of valuable information. One quote really stood out to me.

“Love may be infinite, at least in theory, but time and resources are not.”

Whether you are poly or monogamous, this statement is true. None of this changes how I feel about poly for myself, but it does help me understand how some identify as Monogamous in a poly dynamic. It has also given me information for more clarification for my list of hard limits. The clearer the better, right? So why am I sharing this? I am sharing just to wake your brain up, to make you think. These are heavy thoughts for a sleepy Monday. 🙂 And in case you were wondering, this is the favorite show I mentioned.

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sister_Wives

Because I can’t find the right link on TLC’s website.

When I Was Vanilla

THIS IS NOT MY WRITING.
It is something I found on Fet when I first joined. It opened my eyes to the person I was before I learned of D/s. It helped me understand what I was feeling and craving back then, but did not know how to ask for.

Joy, I told you that I would find it again and share it.

When I was vanilla I fell in love with a man and my skin went ablaze. I felt his nearness create hives on my skin, nervous energy had me twitching as he came close, and my own throat betrayed me when trying to form words.

When I was vanilla I surrendered to this feeling. I drove 140km an hour because I could not get to him fast enough. I didn’t care he was older, I didn’t care if people didn’t see the match. I loved those knowing crinkled eyes, I loved the calm against my storm.

When I was vanilla I started to fill my fridge with things he liked. It didn’t cost much but I wanted him to feel at home, I wanted him happy. I wanted to be good for him.

When I was vanilla I would watch the clock to see when he would get home. I’d make my time count so that I had time for the gym, friends, errands, and be there in time to fix myself up a bit and meet him. When he walked through those doors whatever little stresses I had were gone. With him I wanted moments not the mundane.

When I was vanilla his work sometimes brought him home at 3 am. More often than not I would be awake for him. He never asked but date night would start then. I’d lay a towel out for him so he could shower. When he was done, there would be a blanket laid out before the TV with wine, cheese, crackers, some fruit, and me. The first time I did that he gave me the most peculiar look and said “Where did you come from? You know, other girls don’t do that” I laughed and said “How am I supposed to know what other girls do”

When I was vanilla we would walk hand in hand, but sometimes his hand would wander to my neck. Without breaking our stride his fingers and thumb would gently clasp around the back of it, leading me. In those moments I’d melt while at the same walking taller, feeling stronger and more beautiful than just seconds before. I doubt he sensed what beautiful turmoil that hand could engineer in me.

When I was vanilla having even great sex sometimes just wasn’t enough. I wanted to be stitched together only to be ripped apart. Needed to have the mind played with along with the nipple or the skin. Wanted him to look into my darkest corners and call them pretty. Wanted to break out into giggles at our badness, or childish selfishness for one another. Wanted to see the beast behind the man, knowing I would kiss it’s wet nose after it had finished destroying me.

When I was vanilla we would cuddle often. I would have my head in his lap and wanted to melt into it, it felt so good. Sometimes by some unknown puppet strings I would crawl across it until my stomach pressed against his lap, ass in the air, my head on my hands. Frozen there I would be waiting for something that never came.

When I was vanilla sometimes the world would end. I would have to go looking for my heart in the blood and guts of my stomach or wedged inside my throat. Tears would flow bitterly and solace would come eventually through sheer exhaustion. Those tears were cried for things that had been promised but not done. Promises made both big and small that were forgotten or dismissed for bigger or more important things. Someone else had demanded more or asked louder and others needs were more pressing. Sometimes his own comfort was more important, sometimes it just slipped his mind…..

Those times I realized I might not be his prized girl after all, just a pretty thing that happened to be there.

When I was vanilla I told the truth. When asked I was an open book. I wanted to be known and researched, wanted to explore and hunt for truths right back. But things were often left unsaid. That is when I discovered unsaid things create a special kind of pain.

When I was vanilla I wanted to be lead by this man. Someone confirm to me it is not so strange to have a will, a pulse, and a fire inside and yet hand it over in a chosen moment, because you can, because you think it will bring joy, because your heart is strong enough to beat outside your own chest. Tell me it’s not strange, because he certainly thought it was.

When I was vanilla, I wasn’t vanilla at all….I was a submissive without a dominant.

https://fetlife.com/users/3198135/posts/2247994