Musings on love

Hello, my kinky friends~

I’ve been thinking about love lately, and its different forms.  There is the love born of friendship, the love born of lust and passion, the love born of respect and admiration, the love that stems from family and shared experiences, and there is an enduring kind of love…the love that sees you through both the good times and the bad times.  Daddy and I share an enduring love.  We’ve had/have lust, friendship, becoming lifelong partners, learning to love unconditionally, etc.  Over the years we have loved hard, we’ve broken each other’s hearts, we’ve experienced coming back together and rebuilding what we trampled on, we’ve shared each other’s hearts with others, endured grief, endured addictions…and now, we face the “till death do us part” thing. 

We are hoping for lots more time, but it’s hard knowing that our reality is that Daddy has a life-threatening condition.  The stage four kind.  Our reality is a series of doctor’s appointments, procedures, medications, etc.  Daddy experiences chronic pain and has very little energy.  I spend a lot of time worrying about the future, to the point I am exhausted much of the time.  Daddy needs to vent his frustrations and fears, and I spend a fair amount of time crying and feeling scared of whatever might be (don’t worry, we are both seeing therapists and getting extra support right now).  It’s a lot, and it’s hard. 

But there are things to be grateful for, as well.  Daddy has fantastic medical coverage, which is not something that most Americans experience these days.  I have my health and am able to care for his needs.  We are financially stable and love where we live.  We have family and friends to support us.  But most of all…we have each other, and twenty years in…we still genuinely love one another.  I am really grateful for that.  I am part of a Facebook support group for people with Daddy’s condition and I will share that not everyone still loves their partner at this point and some see that person as more of a burden than anything else.  That makes me feel sad for them. 

This morning, when I walked in the bedroom and announced that I was horny… Daddy smiled at me and said, “Well, you better get back in here.”  Even though he has no sex drive, and his man bits aren’t working quite right, he was more than happy to give his girl pleasure.  I was seeking human connection… I just wanted to be close to him, to feel his hands on me (and in me 😊 ).  And… I am pleased to report…my libido was in full swing… I wanted an orgasm, and I wanted it now!  Daddy was happy to oblige, and it didn’t take long with his lips on my nipple and his thick fingers in my cunny for me to see stars.  Thank you, Daddy!

Grab onto your happiness where you can, my friends.  This life is much too short.  Thank you for the continued support, the comments, and the emails.  I am very grateful for my kinky WordPress community.  You make my life better!

XOXO,

nora