… and I’d like to share my experiences.
It took me years to come to terms with the word “Daddy”. It felt weird and incestuous to me, and for a long time I described myself as a nurturing dominant instead.
On my Fetlife timeline today there was a post by a woman asking for help with a troublesome new partner of her ex.
“All the other kids with the pumped up kicks… Better run better run, outrun my bullets.”
I’m struggling again.
She traces kisses down my chest and abdomen while she looks into my eyes and smiles at me. I shiver in anticipation, knowing what’s coming, how good her mouth and tongue feel.
Trigger Warning: Mental Health, depression
Trigger warning: Mental health.
A little while ago I was on a very lovely first date with some really nice conversation (some really lovely messing around too, but that’s a story for another day!). During the conversation I said something along the lines of “Pretty much all my friends are queer, and I’m the odd hetero out. Some times I wish I could just become honorary queer and distance myself from all the toxic BS going on with lots of cishet men.”
This writing has been brewing in my head for 2 days now but it hasn’t really solidified yet. I’ve decided to write it anyway, so apologies if it seems to ramble or not go anywhere.