We all like to indulge ourselves. On a now and then basis it should be part of a person’s self care and certainly not something to be sorry for. But I would think types of indulgence are purely personal. After all what is one man’s meat may be another man’s poison.
Vice ~ evil or immoral behaviour; an evil or immoral quality in somebody’s character.
Indulgence ~ something that you allow yourself to have even though it is not essential
So here’s my personal take on these matters.
My man and I eat extremely well. We don’t spend loads of money on food but we are those scavengers raiding the discount area and filling up our freezer with prime meat and fish for the fraction of its original price. We always cook from scratch. Nothing added except for herbs and spices. I really can not remember the last time I consumed processed food. I know this keeps me healthy and I am thankful,
Mr More is an amazing cook. Eating is essential but each time he makes us a meal it feels as if I am being indulged. And as this happens every day I sometimes have to pinch my self. But rather than feel guilty after eating we often add up the cost of the wonderful cuisine we’ve consumed. I think that an indulgence sits better if it hasn’t cost anything or indeed very little – such as the food we buy.
Another thing we do at meal times is turn them into a bit of an occasion. We will have a bottle of wine. Light some candles and put on background music. Phones, computers and the such like are switched off so we are free to enjoy our indulgence fully.
Speaking of wine… I drink too much. Wine definitely feels like more of an indulgence than food as it is can be expensive and not so good health wise. I suppose I could say it’s my vice. I’ve lessened my intake over resent months and hope to keep up that good work.
Personally I have never been too grounded. I could have been easily lead astray but thankfully when I was young I had some very sensible friends who kept me on the straight and narrow. I wrote this post a while back to Nero and it reflects my thoughts about drugs.
Now we are getting somewhere. Sex is such a cool indulgence and it is free! They do say the best things in life are free.
I think there should be some kind of parental or educational advice given to young people that informs them they are not crazy or weird for wanting kink involved in their sex lives. From a very young age I had fantasies which I would have been ashamed to admit. When I started to have sex I would sometimes think of some dirty story in my head where I was being used and abused to help me climax. To the young me it seemed I was doing my partner an injustice. Shouldn’t I just be concentrating on the moment with them? And what kind of message does it put across if an independent girl like me tells my lover that I want to be hit, fucked and restrained? Would they take advantage of that? Or think I was a slut? So mostly I kept my ideas to myself and often ended up partnering the wrong – really vanilla – guy because I was trying to be “normal” sexually.
Don’t apologise for your Kink
Don’t get me wrong I love me some vanilla now and then but need kinky spice too. But it took me a long time to accept this – I think I viewed it as a vice I should apologise for when really with the right person it is a wonderful indulgence that can be shared to strengthen a partnership. Two consenting adults should never apologise for participating in kinky fun.
By not finding the kinky road earlier I wasn’t being true and actually damaged my self-esteem somewhat. Trying to stay with someone long term who does not share the same sexy likes as you – and won’t even try them – is demoralising and a path which leads to disaster. Unless of course you agree upon having play partners too.
One thing I would tell young people today is make sure you are sexually compatible with your chosen mate. Sexual chemistry is very important as is being able to discuss wants, needs and fantasies (even if you have no desire to change them into a reality.) Of course, communication is key.
I will never forget when I first lay next to my man and told him some of my pervy thoughts. It was such a relief when he simply matched them with some of his own and we discussed what we wanted to do with our new found knowledge about each other’s filthy minds. Yes, that was a fine and gratifying indulgence.
(First published 01/12/2019)