Mar 042017
 
Sinful Sunday

I am a switch, a fact that’s been glaringly obvious since my divorce. Sure, I tend towards the bottoming side, but every so often I have the urge to hurt, to bite, to tear into, to beat upon his body like a canvas where I leave my mark that he is undeniably mine and will be left with the physical reminders of me for days to come.

Having the time to enjoy his reactions, to experiment and try new things, to explore this other side of me, is what the weekends are all about.