Tag: Spanking

The Spanko Experience?

I’ve had this post knocking around for a while and it’s been finished, so while I’m struggling to connect to kink, I figured it was a good time to roll it out.

A fetish is loosely described as sexual attraction to an atypical stimuli. There are all kinds of fetishes – spanking, of course, and feet, rope, panties, shoes, balloons, tickling, diapers – you name it, there is someone who derives sexual pleasure from it. Given the variations in what works for people’s heads, truly there are as many fetishes as there are for people enjoying them.

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On Love & Trying

The way January dragged on, it blows my mind that it is already nearly mid-February. How and when did that happen?!

Today is my ninth wedding anniversary! That’s wild, to me. Not because of anything bad, but just because if you’d told teenaged Marie that someday she’d have someone who loves her fully, let alone a stable job she loves, owns a house, and gets to be a mom to the most amazing child, she never would have believed you. Daniel and I met Sept 8, 2013 and by late October, I knew I was going to marry him – and I even emailed a friend on 11/11/13 to tell them that!

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Drifting

I am struck today by how much I feel as though I am drifting. This sense of floundering, unable to get a grasp on anything. Desperate for connection, desperate for something that I can’t quite articulate. I have been working on a post about my “toy bag” so to speak, but that’s difficult when, again, spanking and kink feel so far away. I don’t want to look at these things I love and cherish, touch them, take photos of them, write about them. We don’t have many and each feels special because of that, and engaging with them stings a bit right now. It also makes me think of the other ones. A ruler I bought in the Munich airport last January. A tawse (er, or two) I recently won on eBay.

Connection still feels elusive, life makes the already flickering lights of kink energy feel as though they’re going to disappear at any moment.

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