I am very appreciative of my legs. 20 months ago I injured one of them and felt very sorry for myself. Continue reading Legs on Sinful Sunday
Life and Living
If happiness was a currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
I don’t need to do much work to make my self happy. Thats why I am not rich. I write and love to write and that does make me happy. So I guess in your scenario writing would make me rich.
Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
Sexual Behaviour is a Choice
Over on my sister blog, Before May Mattered, I have just posted the next diary instalment. These diaries are real. They were written some 20 years ago, knowing a lot less than I do now. In some ways my thoughts and ideas were already formed. For instance, I was cynical about the way the world operated regarding politics and the reasons for war. Even at such a young age I was correct where these beliefs were concerned. Continue reading Sexual Behaviour is a matter of Choice ~ Living Forwards
TMI Tuesday – Tell It Like It Is.
TMI Tuesday – Elaborate on each in greater than 20 words but no more than 100 words.
Sex is _____ .
Sex is vital to my life. When I was younger I had problems with sex as I found it difficult to face up to what kind of sex I like. From the moment I did I felt more fulfilled and true to myself. Having regular sex helps keep you happy, healthy and strengthens your relationship with your partner. To achieve a good sex life – communication is key…
Love is _____ .
WHAT MUST IT FEEL LIKE TO FIND YOURSELF A VIRGIN AT 41 YEARS OLD?
I am always very flattered when I receive mail after someone has read one of my posts. A few weeks ago Rob wrote very candidly to me about his past. With his consent I am now sharing his message with all of you.
Does sex matter? Reckon it does.
I am Rob, a 41-year-old guy and a VIRGIN – yes that’s right still a virgin at 41. There I said it took a little bit, (took some cajones though and mine are like beach balls at the moment).
It’s incredibly frustrating, lonely, crushing – the adjectives are truly endless. I have never been kissed or, touched. Certainly not shagged, how the fuck can you work with that?
This site drew me like a beacon, not because of what you do or are into, more about the CONTEXT, frank discussion without fear of embarrassment.
Imagine having your sexual desires, needs repressed, not explored for 25 + years?
Being a virgin at 41 is fucking painful indeed.
How and why I got to this point in my life is not totally clear but here’s my story. Continue reading Virgin at 41 – can YOU imagine what it must feel like?
Living Matters – June 2016
Make it Matter
Well, I had a bit of misfortune recently that has left me laid up in bed or resting for at least the next few weeks, possibly more. When you are an agile, able bodied, independent woman like me and you find yourself reliant on someone else 24/7, you feel humbled and subservient and somewhat frustrated.
My relationship with my man is bound up in many things: chemistry, desire, compatibility, engagement, spontaneity, attraction, captivation, need. We care about each other greatly and show this in the time we devote to each other, but not usually by having to physically take care of the other person on a day to day basis.
His total selflessness in the way he is looking after me has made me feel very meek and reflect on my good fortune of having him as my man.
I am not worthy.
When I first met him many years ago I knew that in some areas I was, as the phrase goes, batting above my weight. Such a situation could find me attempting to push the limits, needing to maintain a level of control. But at this time we had different lives to live. We parted amicably without knowing if we would ever meet again. However, it remained in my memory that It was not common for me to have met someone like him. I felt I slotted in with him so comfortably, while still maintaining high levels of adrenalin-fuelled feelings.
I certainly believed it was our destiny to find each other in another time, another place. Without him I would be a lesser person. Without him I would not challenge myself. Without him I would not experience immensely blissful times dotted with pure exasperation.
When I look at him, or the components of him, I am filled up inside with warmth and delight. When I listen to him I hear music. His scent fills my nostrils and desire rises in me. I touch him and I am often lost in another world where just the two of us exist.
These last few weeks have felt almost torturous for me at times. Not only am I captive but I am not allowed to feel his belt on my skin; his hand as it lands firmly on my face; his cock as it intrudes into my cunt before I am properly awake in the morning. At night I sniff the air and smell him, wanting to push my body against him and let him take control of me, in the way only he has been able to. I am not allowed.
I can now look back and see how lucky we have been. We have indulged ourselves in sexual hedonism tinged with deep desire and love. How many people are fortunate to get all that within their coupling?
Laying here I long for this illness to be over. I don’t think in general I took my life for granted, but once I am well and able I will be sure to savour every single moment. Living matters!
Read here what I got up to before this.