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Straw, Sex & Spanking Story~ Stable Relationship

What can you do to keep your relationship sparky and secure? The stability of my partnership was certainly enhanced when we had the chance to add to our stable relationship  – literally…

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Living Matters – Appreciate Your Life

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.

Living Matters

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.

Belt your bitch on the beach – fun in the sun!

Belt Your Bitch – Fun in the Sun

Belt Your Bitch – Fun in the Sun

Mid May 2016

Spontaneity Matters

Today we ventured a bit further from the idyllic village where we are fortunate enough to be staying for the next few weeks. We  had been to this beach once before and were surprised to find it occupied, as a local man had informed us that it was almost always deserted and you could bathe naked there.

To reach the beach we had to cross the cliff top where the terrain was full of rocks and brambles. The journey proved worth the effort as the shoreline was completely vacant, not a body in sight.

Belt your bitch on the beach – fun in the sun!

We laid our towels beside a tree for shade and began our picnic. This consisted of bread, cheese, tomatoes and lemoncilla.  As the beach was still void of inhabitants we stripped bare and swam in the sea. It was glorious to feel how buoyant my large breasts became in the sea water. Weightless.

Warm and Relaxed

Laying out on the towels it was inevitable,  in such a relaxed, charmed atmosphere, that we began to fondle each other. I always get great pleasure in looking at his cock when we are in our usual habitat, but here as I reached out to place it in my hand the allure seemed amplified.

With my long slim fingers  I gently stroked its length and circled the tip with my thumb. As it began to swell he leaned over and caressed my nipples.

Spontaneously he jumped up, grabbed his shorts and suggested  I follow him. I ran after him to an indented, even more secluded part of the beach.

“Lean against that rock,” he instructed.

Belt your Bitch on the Beach

I placed my hands against the rock face, my naked  body still dripping from our swim. I could see him removing the belt from his shorts and knew what was coming next. The delicious warm leather struck my arse cheek with two or three blows in quick succession. Without deliberation he followed this with a strike to my shoulder. I took a sharp intake of breath. The sea crashed on the pebbled shore behind me, the sun beat down. I felt so alive.

He put the belt down and i turned to face him. I could see his cock stiff and ready.

“Suck it bitch,”  he ordered.

I crouched and started licking his penis. It wasn’t long until it was fully taken in by my lips and submerged in my mouth. The taste was delightfully salty from the ocean. He held my head and thrust for his pleasure. Then he stopped and looked down at me. We laughed at our venture and headed back to our towels where we spent an agreeable hour or more reading and sunbathing.