In the Pink

So, yes -- I have made some changes to my profile, to the blog header too. Despite the fact that this is not the first blog I have ever started -- it's actually the seventh, I think, with two others still extant under different nicknames, out there in Cyberspace -- I never remember that writing reams of crap in the header only serves to bore the tits off the readership and leave one looking like a bit of a tool.

And I *despise* looking like a tool. Despise it, I say!

So, since yesterday, I have had the good forttune to meet up with the wonderful Don Gato, aka my Dom. Some of you may already know that I am in a serious and long-term relationship -- it's been 9 months, people, which is a sod of a long time, you know.

He and I, both being polyamorous, are not exclusive to each other -- which is lucky, since he also has another sub and a wife (also his sub, the Alpha sub). I also have other lovers, about whom he knows and with whom he encourages me to play to my heart's content. And I do. 😄

But the time I spend with him is my favourite time of the week. He is a wonderful, fantastic and special man, and I am genuinely blessed to know him. I love the person he is, way above and beyond the intimacy of a long-term sexual relationship, and I trust him with my life. I also love that the very fact of how certain things affect me -- and the sight of a big suede wide-stripped flogger makes me wetter than a tsunami -- is what arouses him. He gets off on what makes me hot. It makes the sex something un-fucking-believable, and I do not say that carelessly. I have never had such amazing, orgasmic, athletic sex of every and any variety in my life before. When we part company at the end of an evening, my legs can barely hold me up, and it's a wonder I can even find my way home.

Yesterday was one of the more quiet times we have ever spent together. He wasn't feeling well, so he allowed me to pamper him with massages and cups of hot sweet tea -- in addition to the usual uber-fellatio. It was a very passive session, a lot of hugging and caressing and kissing and holding. Sure, there was spanking, and flogging also -- and lavender-scented aftercare (rawrrrr!) since despite being ill, he lost none of his enthusiasm.

I will confess right here and right now, I am skilled at a few things in life, and I am very proud of all of these things. My writing ability is one. My creativity and my ability to crack a smile in 99% of people are two others. And giving head is the third -- folks, I'm here to tell you that I have perfected my technique and elevated it to an art form.

And yes, I can bring testimonies... LOL!

Anyway, according to Don Gato, my abilities border also on the medicinal. He was certainly pinker around the gills when we parted than he was when he first arrived -- and I take a big old warm and fuzzy pride in that. There is so much that he does for me, that when I can ever repay him with anything I do so with my entire being -- from my heart outwards.
Each time we meet, it's the same but different. It just gets better and better. No one has ever allowed me to feel so healthy or be so open before -- and my life has become enriched beyond my wildest dreams.

Such a happy pink tabby kitten am I....
8-)