Jul 262016

Wicked WednesdaySome things I’m doing this summer:

First thing first: I dyed my hair purple and fucking loved it for two months until I had to fully transition in my life and be professional again.

I went skinny dipping a lot…

…On a related note: I’m getting sun burned on parts of me I never have before. I make very sure to put sunblock on my nipples, but have completely forgotten my bottom – and that hurts when I’m trying to sleep, sitting down, or getting spanked (which this summer has happened surprisingly frequently).

Having pool sex…

…Actually, I rock at pool sex. I straddled Mr. Texas‘ hips, gripped my heels around his upper thighs, my hands at his shoulders for balance and rode, grinding against him until he came deep inside of me with a groan, the water splashing around our bodies.

With no children around, he and I had sex with me bent over the kitchen counter, then he swooped me up in his arms and laid me down on the cold hard tile as he slipped between my thighs.

He slipped my skirt up and pushed me over the end of the couch, pushed himself into me.

I went cherry picking, the cherries tart and sweet in my mouth as my teeth puncture the tight skin and the juice trickling down my throat. In the dirt brown backdrop, the red a sharp contrast.

I visited quite a bit with The Wanderer, who seems to be a calm shelter amid my tempest summer.

I went to Las Vegas twice: once with The Wanderer, and once with a friend who turned out to be an asshole – he expected sex because we were sharing a hotel room, even though I stated that I wasn’t interested. I ended up completely disgusted by the pressure and asked to be brought home early.


A picture of my purple hair (a dark purple) and a picture The Wanderer took of me in front of some art in our suite in Las Vegas. My ass is a little pink from a recent spanking and I was ordered to keep my arms behind my back in this moment.

I visited some local dungeons and have made some great friends and new experiences.

I met some old friends and made some new ones from Twitter.

I hooked up with my husband, a lot. He has broken up with me and my heart three times in the last month alone, still as wishy-washy as ever. He goes back and forth between his girlfriend and me, playing us in his quest to not be lonely (my perspective). He and I still continue to talk about our future and love…and I truly do believe that despite everything he loves me. Fear keeps us apart, I believe, and a fucked up past neither of us know how to overcome. He also has no clue who he is outside of the military, and I don’t know who I am outside of him, so we both are suffering an identity crisis that is shaping our stupid decisions. He didn’t want our make up to be a secret anymore, so if we try it, dammit we’re both being very public about it.

I love the fuck out of that man, I can’t stress that enough. He fulfills me in a way that I have never felt before, fits into my life like a puzzle piece meant to be there. Honestly, I want to be fully monogamous with him and live as happily ever after as possible in a real society where we have to work hard to keep our love alive – a thing I still believe in.

I committed myself to him for life, and if nothing else, I believe in that commitment to him still. We could make it. But I don’t have faith anymore that he would allow it, and even though each and every time trying to be back together again is his suggestion and persuasion – by this point I’m terrified of hoping we’ll make it only for him to break us up again within a week.

  8 Responses to “This Summer”

  1. What a lovely ass and puss!

  2. A very sexy view and heartfelt words. X

  3. I absolutely love the picture!

    I’m so sorry to hear things are still so difficult with your husband. I don’t know whether to hope things will be okay and you will really get together again or whether to hope you can eventually move on and live your life without him. I know you love him, but he’s making your life so difficult. Time will tell where this leads *hugs*

    Rebel xox

  4. If you want to be monogamous with your husband, then just do it. You don’t need to be officially back together again and you don’t need his request or permission–this is your decision. Yea, it’s scary; you may get your heart broken. What have you got to lose, your heart has already been broken. Go for broke.

  5. Loved the earlier paragraphs in your Summer summary . . .

    Mmm . . . not so sure about the last few paras . . . but I do send my best wishes. Only you know what will work for you and what will not !!!

    Xxx – K

  6. As a man, i’ve shared hotel rooms with many female friends, and although the though obviously comes up, small quarters, just the inherent ‘it’s for sex vibe” of a hotel room, it would never even dawn in me to pressure them for sex, and I founf myself getting angry FOR you while reading that. To say the least, this man is not your friend, and I’m so sorry u had that experience!

  7. Wish you peace:))))))

    What a hot body you have :))

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