Metamorphosis

I realize I have been scarce lately, except as a commenter of mina’s, so I thought that I should speak up. Some of my time has been dedicated to this bloated diatribe at my philosophy when it comes to cunnilingus. I am very proud that I can always get mina off orally, especially since she insisted she does not come easily that way. But, even as much pride as I have in my mental approach that makes me so pleasing orally, I find my enthusiasm for the project plummeting. So, I will leave it for now, till I am ready to do it right.

Obviously, I have had great fun with mina, which she has been eager to share. She has been a refuge for me as I have tried to sort through the various smoldering bits of my life. A lot of things that have happened had left me feeling estranged from my family, who mean more to me than I really admit. Last night, as I drove out to see mina, I finally picked up the phone and called. It was a really cathartic experience for me.

Secondly, there has been the issue of becoming a pain monger for mina. In my past life, the pain I would create was an absolute horror, toxic to my very essence. But with mina, it is desired and requested. Sure, I can manage a spanking now and again, but that’s pretty safe. On our last trip to the toy store, one of our purchases included one wicked butt plug that I have truthfully been scared to use, for my old nemesis of inflicted pain may return. And, deep down, I find myself so enraptured with her, that I never want to lose someone so precious.

But now I see the pride that she carries her bruises with, and the love she feels as I push past my boundaries for her. I have learned how every one of our sexual explorations has brought us ever closer.

So it is time to break open that package, and to go forth with no fear. I love you mina, and I love what I have become with you. It’s time to embrace our life, without fear.