Keeping this blog in a sexual stream on a day-to-day basis is tough. In the end, some days sex just isn’t on my mind in a big way, though like must of us, I suspect, it’s always a little bit in the background.
Today I took May shopping for clothes. Not really full-on, because as adept as I am at unplanned shopping, he is not really the type for retail excursions. I suspect that the most stereotypical ‘girl’ trait I possess is a love of shopping, which I didn’t admit to much when I was younger because it usually made people look at me as though my IQ was leaking out my ears. But it’s true. I’m a bargain-hunter to the bone; yard sales, vintage, crafts, op shops and all. It’s like a game with rules that only I can play. I love it.
Anyway, to bring this a bit back on track, today we looked for a harem slave outfit for him. That is surprisingly difficult, because although I do have a harem kink, I don’t really have the specifics of what that looks like worked out. I know I want gold and white, and if I had my way there’d be forcible tattooing involved. As it stands, we work within the confines of our lives.
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