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TMI Tuesday- Self-reflection

Hello my friends!  While all is quiet on the D/s front in our household, I am enjoying participating in TMI Tuesday!  Thank you for reading…even when it’s not the sexy stuff 🙂

Love, nora

  1. Do you think that fate or destiny play a role in love?
    a. Absolutely
    b. For the most part
    c. Somewhat
    d. Not really
    e. Not at all

I am a romantic at heart, and yes, “for the most part” I do believe that destiny has played a role in my love life.  Daddy and I both remember seeing each other one afternoon while it was snowing, though we didn’t meet again and start dating for a couple of years.  When we re-met, sparks flew, and we’ve been together ever since.

  1. True or False – If my sexual likes and dislikes are not in line with my partners, I change them.

Ummm….true and false?  Part of being in a loving, long-term relationship is trying to meet your partner’s needs.  So…true, I do try to keep my sexual likes and dislikes in line with my Daddy’s (and vice versa), but…false also.  For example, if part of his sexual likes included things like cutting or pee play (which are both hard limits for me), I would not be able to meet these needs.  Thankfully, we’re almost always on the same page about what we’d like to experience and experiment with, sexually.

  1. You and your partner are at a party. Both of you are equally acquainted with the hosts and the other people attending, although you aren’t the best of pals with any of the guests, you have conversed with them on a few occasions. During the socializing, what would you most likely do?
    a. I’d stay glued to my partner’s side, conversing with the same people he/she is.
    b. I’d be away from my partner, mingling with the other guests.
    c. I’d stay near my partner, but involved in different conversations.
    d. I spend some time by my partner’s side, and some time mingling.
    e. I let my partner drift or stick by me – as she/he wishes.

This is an incredibly boring question.  We drift or stick as we please.  This could be made more interesting in a D/s context.  Let’s say Daddy made it a rule that I am to be within arm’s length at all times and that I must request permission to do otherwise…now that would be fun!

  1. Have you ever gone through your partner’s journal, diary or personal letters?
    a. Yes – I‘ve read it/them from A to Z.
    b. Yes – I’ve read some of it/them.
    c. I know where she/he keeps them but I haven’t read any.
    d. I know where she/he keeps them – I couldn’t help but look – but I haven’t read any.
    e. No – I don’t know where she/he keeps them, and I have no intention of looking.
    f. No – I don’t know she/he keeps them, even though I’ve looked.

My husband doesn’t keep a journal or a diary, but I’ll admit, if he did, I would certainly want to read it!  Though I wouldn’t, without permission.  My husband admitted that he did read my journal once and that he broke into my email once, prior to marriage.  At the time I was upset, but looking back I completely understand…at that time, I was giving him a lot to be jealous about. At this point in our lives, we have a completely open, no privacy practice in place.  If he wanted to read my journal, I would let him.  In fact, I think I would welcome it as it would allow him to see parts of me that are difficult to communicate.

  1. Have you ever had a romantic partner go through your journal, diary, personal letters or text messages without your permission? How did you feel? What did you do?

Last week, I wrote a little about my college boyfriend.  We were desperately in love (I use “desperate” in a very negative context here…not a healthy relationship at all), but were just too different to make a go at things.  A couple of years after we had broken up, we saw one another and had an honest chat about our former relationship.  He admitted to me that he had read my diary one night after I had fallen asleep.  He said it had broken his heart as he read page after page about how different we were and how I believed we needed to break up, but that it was too hard.  He said that is when he knew our relationship would eventually end.  Knowing this later, that he had invaded my privacy, didn’t really bother me.  What he saw was a glimpse into my true feelings…feelings I was too afraid to communicate.  It did make me realize that I shouldn’t leave my journal at my bedside though…just too tempting for some.  While I don’t really mind my partner reading my journal, I wouldn’t want a houseguest or someone else to read it.

Bonus:  What makes you feel loved?

If you’ve never read, “The Five Love Languages” by Gary Chapman, I suggest that you do so immediately.  My love language is described as “Acts of Service”.  I feel most loved when my partner is doing some sort of service for me…this might include fixing something, building something, helping me with a project, etc.  I view it as the gift of one’s own time and for me, nothing is more precious than that.  How I communicate love is a bit different though.  While I like to complete acts of service for others, I also show affection through gift giving.  I really enjoy picking something out for someone that will greatly surprise them, make them feel special, etc.


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TMI Tuesday- just for fun!

Thank you Sayyidsgirl for introducing me to TMI Tuesday!  As I currently don’t have much to blog about on the D/s front, it was nice to find something I could write about.  Have a lovely day all and thank you for reading!

Love, nora

  1. Tell us two reasons why you would stay in a bad relationship.

This is a bit difficult to answer as anyone who has been in a long-term marriage knows that there are good times and bad times.  Pushing through the bad times make the good times that much sweeter.  So, I really can’t answer this with regard to my 15-year relationship with Daddy as I’ve never considered it a “bad” relationship, just a challenging one at times.

But, to answer the question…why would I stay in a bad relationship?  I would say that there have been two times that I stayed longer than I should have in my past.  And thankfully, I learned from both of them!  The first time I stayed too long was my very first relationship.  I was 14, and for almost two years, I allowed this total jerk of an adolescent male treat me like crap because…well, because I didn’t really know any better.  In public, he was very charismatic, he was very handsome, my family liked him…but in private, he was verbally abusive and later, physically abusive.  I was young and didn’t realize just how wrong this was.  He forced our first sexual experience, he physically terrorized me when he heard an untrue rumor that I was cheating on him, and he would say the cruelest things…things that stuck with me for a long time.  I’d like to say that I left him on my own accord…which is true to some degree.  But, a very nice, strong, confident boy came into the picture and essentially protected me from this jerk, running him off…showing me what it was like to be in a healthy, loving relationship.  Another time that I stayed too long in a bad relationship was while I was earning my bachelor’s degree.  I dated a middle eastern man for three years and we were largely incompatible (how we viewed men and women’s roles, how we viewed our relationship, etc.)…our relationship was like a bad roller coaster!  But, the chemical reaction between us was incredible.  While we were both in anguish for most of the relationship…the lows were very low but the highs were very high…I still have the upmost respect for him.  I hesitate to describe it this way, but I think we were addicted to one another and addicted to the intensity of our relationship.  I think we both realized we couldn’t continue to live that way, and I broke things off the day before my college graduation.  It was a painful time, for both of us.  But, I believe that life works out as it is meant to…I am happily married, and he is married and building the large family he dreamed of.

So…there you have it…I stayed too long once because I was young, insecure, and didn’t know any better, and I stayed too long another time because of my own addiction to the intensity of the relationship.  Live and learn!  It’s all part of the journey that led me to Daddy!

  1. Do you wish your private life was kinkier?

Currently, yes, I do wish this.  But, while I feel like a starving woman now, Daddy and I have enjoyed periods of time where our sex life was phenomenal and very kinky.  I look forward to life settling down and getting back to that place.

  1. Tell us about your weirdest sexual experience.

Ummm….a weird sexual experience?  I don’t know if this is weird or just gross, but once I had been masturbating with the same vibrating toy for some time (probably upwards of two hours)…after I orgasmed, I pulled the toy out…to find that I had peed during orgasm.  I had no idea.  And no, this wasn’t the elusive female ejaculation…this was actual urine.  I was glad to be flying solo during that particular experience.  Sorry…but this is TMI Tuesday!

  1. Can you have a totally hands-free orgasm?

To date, I have never had a hands-free orgasm but I think that if I was horny enough, and motivated enough, I could probably make it happen by running through some of my favorite fantasies in my head.  Challenge accepted!!!

  1. What tips can you give for staying hard (you personally or keeping your partner hard)?

For me, staying hard (or getting wet) comes largely from being in a sexy mental space.  I’ve noticed that one way to keep Daddy hard, if he is having trouble focusing, is to tell him sexy stories.  These stories usually revolve around threesomes and having him imagining what I would do to the other woman.  I also incorporate spankings and blow jobs… works every time


Bonus: Is it okay to not celebrate Valentine’s Day even though you have a partner? Why or why not?

This is a silly question!  Each couple should do as they please and not feel pressured by societal expectations.  To ensure that no one has hurt feelings though, the couple should communicate his/her thoughts on the matter.  Personally, I like Valentine’s Day.  I usually make Daddy some chocolate covered strawberries for the occasion.  And, he usually gets a card and a gift for me.  I’m not sure what this year will bring as Daddy is not in a good mental space.  He is also out of town for work.  Good thing I have two little puppies to be my Valentines!


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Happy TMI Tuesday!

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She sits alone

She sits, alone,

the morning light,

washing over her melancholy,

like an unwelcomed knock at the door.

The realities of life,

the harsh, unrelenting pain,

suffocating even the strongest of wills.

A connection,

so tightly woven in love and affection,

now severed,

as lights that burned so brightly have been snuffed out.

Two aching hearts,

two lost souls,

living under one roof,

not knowing how to let their hearts meet.

Having forgotten how to smile,

forgotten how to love,

forgotten how to come together.

Desperate, grasping at faith,

and longing for brighter days.


I miss you, Daddy.

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His Prey

Hello all!

Life has been hectic lately.  We suffered another death in the family, this time on my husband’s side.  We are prepping for another remodel, which is always stressful (but will be so worth it!).  And, my husband came down with a horrible flu.  Needless to say…D/s has not been the focal point lately, and creating our D/s contract has been put on hold for now.  I am still doing my best to submit and follow through on my end with established protocols (kneeling at bedtime, serving him, etc.), but it’s been quite awhile since my bottom felt the sting of Daddy’s paddle.  I am so in need of a spanking!  In any case..felt like doing some sexy writing today.  It’s brief, but I hope you enjoy!

Happy reading and writing 🙂

Love, nora


His Prey

The minute he entered the room, every nerve in her body seemed to come alive.  Her senses heightened, she felt much like a gazelle about to be devoured by the lion; the unrelenting master of his domain.  It felt like eternity passing as she stood there, waiting for his touch.  When he lightly brushed his fingers down the bare skin of her shoulder, her body shuddered in helpless anticipation.  He exhaled hotly into her hair, and then inhaled deeply as if to never forget her scent.  His arm snaked around her, right below her breasts, pulling her firmly against him.  She felt his hardness against her bottom, and she lay her head to one side as his mouth found the sensitive area of her neck.  Gently, his teeth scraped at her skin, claiming her as his.  He lowered the strap of her dress and cupped her bare breast with his other hand, all the while suckling the white skin just below her hairline.  Masterfully, he spun her around and lifted her, his hands roughly gripping her behind, bringing her legs around his waist.  Kissing her deeply, he carried her to the bedroom, where they both knew he would take her and use her body until they were both fully satisfied.

The chase, the hunt, the seduction…whatever you might call it, is the most delicious, intoxicating feeling I’ve known.  Dang…this girl (me) really needs to get laid 🙂