1. the most moving time the two of you have ever had together...sharing, loving and so glad you are a couple...what made the bottle rockets go off, what was the attraction to the other.....one of the most precious times your mind goes to sometimes...and describe how you felt when you remembered that time right now.....
The most moving time... together. There could be many answers to this question. In our years together there have been victories and thrills, love and sharing... big laughs and secret jokes. For this answer I am going to say that while there are MANY moments... not many compare to August 15th, 1995.
We made love that day, my wife and I. And we made our second son THAT day, Andrew. I still remember clearly making love for a long delicious time... then lifting up and pausing. I looked into her eyes and thrust back into her hard... over and over... I was NOT wearing a condom. Just like most of the time over our many years together... a married couple can take the chance and thrill to the "possibility" of a child... and we were not going to stop this time.
I pushed into her again and again. And when I moved, she moved... when I came she came... and we collapsed together in a loving embrace I can still feel. Her hands on my back... my neck. I lifted up slightly and then more saying, "I think we just made a baby."
We were scared and poor. We already had a baby boy not quite 8 months old. We lived in a small 2 bedroom apartment and I worked at a strip bar as a bar back and janitor... because a Man will do anything to feed his family. Venita didn't care that I was seeing strippers at work every night. She needed me to bring home money. And that is what I did. Every night... and slept in till 11am after getting home at 3am each night. We made love in the afternoon and made our son. It could never be forgotten.
2. one thing that really pissed you off at your spouse...do not use this that you are going thru right now...but before this....and how was it handled...make-up? repressed it? talked it out? and describe how you felt at how it was handled....
One thing that really pissed me off... my first thought is "only 1?". Okay, okay... one thing - and lets forget today and today's crap. Back in the day... she worked as a submissive at Lady Laura's, the job her Master got for her, it was to be the BEST of ALL POSSIBLE SITUATIONS.... we would play at home and I would take her to work and lock her up and others would be able to look and sort of use her but Laura would make sure no one fucked... no diseases... and it would be intense but I would be the Master she came home to... and told her stories and fuck.
That just didn't happen... work burned her out of fun stuff at home and she didn't want to talk about sessions and so there came a time when it was obviously time to quit...
The job was getting to her... it was supposed to be for nasty fun and big money and it was not getting to be neither. I wanted her to stop... and because of the lure of big money she wouldn't/couldn't. I was the Master? Ha! it was clear then that she would always do what she wanted and justify it however she had to. Pissed me off? you bet... resolved ? we talked and talked and talked.... I know and understand all her reasons... in her head she has to do whatever she has to do... and so it was clear there was a limit to serving Me... to loving me. She serves herself, perhaps, as we all should? Eventually she did quit - part of the solution was me not pushing her... I shut up about it - the best I could.
MewithLove
...always more about SirwithLove by going to: http://groups.msn.com/BDSMLairofDarkness/_whatsnew.msnw?
The most moving time... together. There could be many answers to this question. In our years together there have been victories and thrills, love and sharing... big laughs and secret jokes. For this answer I am going to say that while there are MANY moments... not many compare to August 15th, 1995.
We made love that day, my wife and I. And we made our second son THAT day, Andrew. I still remember clearly making love for a long delicious time... then lifting up and pausing. I looked into her eyes and thrust back into her hard... over and over... I was NOT wearing a condom. Just like most of the time over our many years together... a married couple can take the chance and thrill to the "possibility" of a child... and we were not going to stop this time.
I pushed into her again and again. And when I moved, she moved... when I came she came... and we collapsed together in a loving embrace I can still feel. Her hands on my back... my neck. I lifted up slightly and then more saying, "I think we just made a baby."
We were scared and poor. We already had a baby boy not quite 8 months old. We lived in a small 2 bedroom apartment and I worked at a strip bar as a bar back and janitor... because a Man will do anything to feed his family. Venita didn't care that I was seeing strippers at work every night. She needed me to bring home money. And that is what I did. Every night... and slept in till 11am after getting home at 3am each night. We made love in the afternoon and made our son. It could never be forgotten.
2. one thing that really pissed you off at your spouse...do not use this that you are going thru right now...but before this....and how was it handled...make-up? repressed it? talked it out? and describe how you felt at how it was handled....
One thing that really pissed me off... my first thought is "only 1?". Okay, okay... one thing - and lets forget today and today's crap. Back in the day... she worked as a submissive at Lady Laura's, the job her Master got for her, it was to be the BEST of ALL POSSIBLE SITUATIONS.... we would play at home and I would take her to work and lock her up and others would be able to look and sort of use her but Laura would make sure no one fucked... no diseases... and it would be intense but I would be the Master she came home to... and told her stories and fuck.
That just didn't happen... work burned her out of fun stuff at home and she didn't want to talk about sessions and so there came a time when it was obviously time to quit...
The job was getting to her... it was supposed to be for nasty fun and big money and it was not getting to be neither. I wanted her to stop... and because of the lure of big money she wouldn't/couldn't. I was the Master? Ha! it was clear then that she would always do what she wanted and justify it however she had to. Pissed me off? you bet... resolved ? we talked and talked and talked.... I know and understand all her reasons... in her head she has to do whatever she has to do... and so it was clear there was a limit to serving Me... to loving me. She serves herself, perhaps, as we all should? Eventually she did quit - part of the solution was me not pushing her... I shut up about it - the best I could.
MewithLove
...always more about SirwithLove by going to: http://groups.msn.com/BDSMLairofDarkness/_whatsnew.msnw?
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