Rules of Engagement


It starts with her beauty in my eyes, it moves...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Pet and I began this journey as a solution to our waning sex life and other issues that were plaguing our otherwise normal marital relationship. We were going on about our lives, never really noticing that important things, like open and (truly) honest communication, were disappearing from our marriage.

Sure, we spoke, but I often felt like I couldn’t honestly say what was on my mind without him getting defensive and/or getting immaturely moody, after the fact.

Sure, our sex life was “o-kay”, but it was the same time, same place, every week and most weeks, I dreaded it. Even the way we would get into foreplay became so routine that often I would lay there for a set amount of time and then beg him to go down on me, or I would go down on him. The nights when I wouldn’t even bother with that move, he would finger me for a bit and then stick his penis inside me, hump for five or ten minutes, then roll over and go to sleep. Never once in those episodes did he ever seek to see if I was pleased with how things were going and eventually I grew weary of trying to explain to him why I was not happy sexually. It was actually a lot like having sex with a 16 year old boy; a young man who is so excited about sex, but who hasn’t a clue about what he’s doing or how to please his partner for their sake, not his own.

Giving credit where credit is definitely due, My Pet has always given good Face and so I excused his mediocre foreplay and coitus skills for longer than I should have.

But, the day came when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take one more night of mediocre sex. One more night of telling him “that hurts” or “that’s not it” and having him give up and pull out a toy rather than try harder to touch me properly. I could not take one more night of “not bad” cunnilingus and mediocre intercourse (he’s got problems keeping an erection once he’s had an orgasm, and he cums WAY too fast, so that meant I HAD to get mine, before he got his and if I didn’t, he’d be asleep before I could even think about asking for more) and missing out on having the Big O that I truly desired.

So, I went on strike. I told him all about it, before I did. I told him that something needs to change in our bedroom, or we are through, as lovers.

As expected, he got mad, he got angry. He said that I was asking for too much. He cried and begged for me to change my mind. I refused. I insisted he get help; go see a doctor, do some research. He stayed made for a week and then I turned him on to female-led relationships and loving female authority.

He was very open to the idea, but still very reluctant as I would find in the weeks ahead. I took over the leadership of our marriage inside and outside of the bedroom.

I began by reintroducing affection into our marriage. I made it a rule that, no matter my mood, or his mood, he had to give me a kiss whenever he left/returned to a facility where we were staying together, whether that be our bedroom, our home, the store, or a friend’s home. This helped endear him to me, and likewise, me to him, as I now get very excited to see him because I know that he’s going to kiss me the second he approaches me, even in front of my boss/coworkers/friends. He even kisses me before/after he goes to walk the fur-babies.

I speak my mind, tactfully, but without regard to whether or not it will hurt his feelings to hear bad news. If I think something needs to be changed about his appearance, his scent, or something else he is doing that annoys me or displeases me, I no longer play the diplomat like I have in the past, I tell it like it is and save the apologies for his bruised ego for another day. That has made our communications truly honest and this allows him to open up and ask for suggestions that I freely offer, or allow him to do research to improve in the areas that he has the most problems with. This makes me hotter for him because I can see him slowly improving, every day, to the point where my complaints are less and his reception to correction is more compliant.

I make him ask for everything, including kisses, if they are not explicitly expected. He asks if he can go to the bathroom or if he can fix dinner. He even asks if he can get ready for work. The list is not limited. He asked and usually, I say “yes”. I am learning to say “no”, more often, in the interest of discipline, but this is an issue that I am working on improving.

I make/allow him to do everything for me, with the exception of hygienic issues, but even then, I allow him to bathe me when he draws me a bubble bath. He cooks every meal and cleans every room. He washes, folds, and stores the laundry. He does all the grocery shopping, he’s even responsible for the grocery list. If I suddenly get a desire for something that needs to be purchased, I send him to get it, even if it’s tampons. When I tell him to jump to do anything, he lovingly asks, “How high?”

I make him kiss my feet during Play Time and I make him put my shoes on my feet, every day, and kiss them before and after he does. I never think much about him taking off my shoes after work and kissing my feet, but that soon will change. I just love how it makes me feel during Play Time, but even better is the memories it evokes when he kisses my feet outside of that. I feel so much sexier throughout a normal day, thinking about his kissing my feet and how much fun we have naked, while I’m at work handling normal, mundane work tasks. I’ve been told that I look happier, these days, too. Must be the constant smile I have on my face daydreaming about our next Play Time.

In our sex life, I now direct the foreplay and tell him exactly how to kiss me and where. I tell him how to touch me and make sure that his hands and nails are trimmed, so he doesn’t scratch me when he touches me. This is an ongoing issue that still needs work.

Our foreplay is now a little rougher and a lot hotter than it ever was because we have a rule that I am required to have no less than five orgasms and The Big O before we are done. This has made him far more creative and less threatened by my array of vibrators and dildos that I keep around our love nest.

We now have sex more often. I let him sleep a few hours after he gets home from work and then before dinner (or breakfast on our mutual days off) I wake him up for Play Time. Some days I even get ten orgasms or more between dawn and sunset. And, it no longer matters what time of the month it is, either.

I continue to restrict his access to coitus, although every once in a while I do allow him to have sex with me, but ONLY after I’ve gotten mine several times. In place of intercourse, I usually allow him to masturbate for me or I help masturbate him with a vibe against his scrotum.

We’ve discussed the little blue pills (and other pills for ED), but those things cost money that we just don’t have. So, instead, we are going to invest in a penis extender that also doubles as a male sex toy so that I can have as much intercourse as I need to be sexually satisfied and so that I can tease and satisfy him when I am done getting mine.

In due time, we will add a few more aspects to our Play Time including spanking and pegging. I love how excited he gets when we discuss it.

Our entire relationship has improved ten-fold. We are excited to see each other, again, after we’ve been apart and we are both excited for Play Time in a way we have never been before. I can’t believe that we didn’t think of this before, but now that we are here, we have no intention of going back.

Finding My Footing


Happy feet 2

Happy feet 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m very sensitive when it comes to the issue of feet.

I love getting a pedicure, but I am leery of anyone who wants to make the moves on my feet.

I flinch whenever it comes to the foot scraping and even the foot massage portion of this event at my local salon.

Only once have I ever had anyone who could take my feet in his hands and pretty much bring me to orgasm, simply by rubbing my feet the right way. I’ve let a few others try, since, but I have yet to have anyone else be able to love my feet the way that he did.

Lately, my feet have become symbolic, particularly as I am learning to take my own role, in loving female leadership, more seriously. I’ve been trying to find my footing in how to approach My Pet with a firm hand without being too hard on him, while he is learning, too.

I’m not really the Femme Dom type, but I look to them for tips on how to take and maintain control of My Pet and I’m finding that feet have a lot to do with that. Getting someone to kneel and care for your feet is a great start to letting them understand who is the boss and still allow them some semblance of control. By his actions, My Pet can be allowed to kiss my feet or be kicked by them.

I had tried to come at My Pet to strong and found my own weakness. I let him joke his way out of my disciplinary tactics and it didn’t take too long for him to dismiss my commands. Until, that is, I literally, and figuratively, put my foot down. Since then, we both have been on better footing.

To reinforce our new understanding, I have begun making him put my shoes on my feet, daily and allow him to kiss my feet, as he does so.

Starting with a little thing like feet has built up my confidence in making him do other little things, that add up to big things in the long run and we have not had the same issues that we have faced in the past; in the beginning of this journey.

I’ve even added feet to our sex life. I don’t let him rub my feet. He’s no good at that. But, he has learned how to love my feet with his mouth and make me orgasm, using his tongue in much the same way he loves to work my clit. Our sex has gotten exponentially better with this one simple addition and we aren’t even having actual intercourse, yet.

This all, definitely, gives new meaning to putting your best foot forward.

xoxo

There’s Something In It For Both Of Us


Ball and chain

Ball and chain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Someone close to My Pet and I asked me why it was that he does everything around the house and I don’t seem to lift a finger and I gave them some bullshit answer that it happened organically and we just stuck with it.

That reply is not completely bullshit.

My Pet has always looked for ways to make me happy and he saw that having to deal with the housework, including the cooking and cleaning, was very stressful for me. So, one day, he volunteers to wash the dishes. The next week, he volunteers to wash the dishes AND cook dinner. And, so it went until he was cleaning up the entire house, doing all the cooking, and seeing to it that the children did their chores, as well.

I asked him why he felt compelled to do all the housework. I mean, he has his own job, cleaning up after other people and he works more hours than I do. Why would he also choose to clean up after us (especially when the man that I met and fell in love with turned out to be a complete slob when I finally got around to seeing his apartment before we finally moved in together)?

He has a lot of bills and really poor credit and not a lot of disposable income; in fact, none at all.

He told me that he felt the need to do the household responsibilities because he couldn’t provide me the things he believes that a man should provide for his woman. Doing housework is his way of expressing his love and support for me. Doing household chores makes him feel like a good provider.

Over time, whenever we would have a knock-down drag out fight, I would take over the chores, myself and I would soon notice a severe change in his demeanor. He was distressed and upset that I would take over the household tasks; this, after he complained that he thought he had too much to do, at one time. It was after I noticed this that I began to consider the idea of female-led relationships (FLR), although, I had not yet brought up the subject to him at the time.

After our most recent knock-down drag out and his pleading that I let him get back to work, I actually brought up the idea to him, if he was not only willing to continue to do the housework, but also let me guide him in a more transparent way. He agreed wholeheartedly.

We have had a few missteps, but the practice is growing on us and our friends and family no longer question the fact that he waits on my every wish and desire. I never nag or yell, although I do reprimand, quietly, if he messes up (like, if my kitchen is not up to my standards).

I get to enjoy my hobbies and pastimes and he gets to feel like he’s doing something special.

Along with that, I’m not pissy or cranky about the chores needing to be done and he is happy to see me smile and thank him for doing a good job of taking care of the household. That also frees us both up to enjoy our playtime without worrying that things are chaotic around the rest of the house.

I get treated like a queen and he gets treated to some wonderfully orgasmic playtime.

It’s a win-win.

A Whole New World


Collar (BDSM)

Collar (BDSM) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This life is strange and exciting, but I like it.

We’ve had a few hiccups, dealing a lot of with My Pet’s insecurities, in and out of the bedroom. He suffers from ED and sometimes his insecurities in bed spill over into the rest of our life, even when things are fine. If he doesn’t feel secure that he has pleased me, in bed, he becomes a blubbering mess, afterwards and it seems to take days for him to recover.

I wasn’t sure if I was up to that challenge and told him that I could not handle FLR. Discussing it later (after I had secretly changed), he claimed that he believed that I was just practicing a little bit of reverse psychology to keep him in line. Though, it’s true, he remained My Pet, it was not a trick. At the time, I was not sure that I could be responsible for dealing with his mood swings.

In any case, we have eased back into things and things seem to be going very well.

Our sex, despite his ED, has been better than ever. I have been teaching him how to make love to me using his hands and his tongue and the numerous toys I keep handy. He’s still a novice, but he’s a fast learner. The last time we had playtime, he was amazed at how hard my orgasms were with him using nothing but his hands. Now, he’s more excited than ever to please me.

I try not to punish or abuse him too much, but I do make him pay for infractions, such as sarcasm or not reacting quickly enough to my commands. Even in the bedroom, if his touch is wrong or he is not paying attention to my directions, my wrath is harsh and cold, dismissive. It cuts him and I quietly control his misery until he is ready to listen and do as I say.

I am enjoying it more, every day and it’s likely because I can see him blossoming to be the man, the husband that I have always wanted. He meets my every need to the point where I don’t have to command it. If he’s unsure he asks. He asks permission to do simple things like use the bathroom or even to walk the dog. He handles everything around the household including the cooking and the cleaning. I don’t have to lift a finger. I can play or sleep or do anything else as I please and he never complains about doing everything, though I do see and hear him grimace when I add a new task to his to-do list. He pays for that infraction, too.

Needless to say, I am really enjoying this new world of play. We are both excited about its potential.

Only Fairy Tales Have Happy Endings


"The world turned upside down" (gend...

“The world turned upside down” (gender-role reversal) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(Trigger warning: using gendered terms)

In our gendered world, women, in particular, are raised up with the idea of a “Prince Charming” coming to sweep us off of our feet into a life-long “Happily Ever After”, with the “perfect” courtship, the “perfect” wedding, the “perfect” marriage. But, life isn’t “perfect” and often, we awaken to a world full of stress and anxiety and fear about whether we can really keep up with the Joneses and live up to the world’s expectations that we will beat the odds and keep our long-term relationships happy and intact.

Despite feminism and because of patriarchy, these standards not only hurt women, they hurt men, as well.

Despite the growing liberation of women, men are still expected, in a lot of ways, to be able to provide for a wife and kids and the women is expected to hold it down at home, doing the cooking and cleaning and still looking slamming before she steps out of the house to go to work, every day.

Our parents aren’t perfect, and very often people are raised up in families and homes that are deeply dysfunctional on a number of levels, mentally and physically. Yet, when we are grown up, we are all expected to know how to build and manage the perfect relationship, yet so many people rarely actually do.

There is some reason for hope. As women are embracing careers and deciding for themselves whether or not to have children and parent and whether or not to live alone or get involved in long-term relationships, including marriage, men are also embracing the idea that career is not the end-all be-all of masculinity. They are raising their kids in tandem and with as much effort as the mothers of those children, even embracing the idea of being at home with the kids while she brings home the bacon. More men are doing the housework and handling the household, the way that women have done for centuries.

With the growing acceptance of LGBTQ individuals and relationships, new relationship dynamics are being witnessed and explored. Monogamy and heterosexuality may still be “the rule”, but there are more exceptions being welcomed and with open and accepting arms.

For years, I lived the life that said “the man leads the household” and accepted that, until my first marriage, and I realized, the hard way, that embracing what he wants was not always what was best for me, our marriage, or our family. Despite attempts at compromise, things fell apart. It was only in hindsight that I realized that I could have and should have said “No”, to so many of his ideas. We eventually divorced because I was no longer willing to say “Yes” and he was not willing to compromise.

I blame this on my religious upbringing that expressly instructed that the man is the head of the family. No exceptions. That women should submit, despite her own reservations. The more I peer through the bonds of patriarchy, the more I recognize what bullshit it is. Men have always had the reins and done everything in their power to keep good women; women, in general, down. They continue to distort reality, making women “always” weaker than men, unable to control their emotions or their bodies, too dumb to know how to manage either, regardless of circumstance (and yet, they still expect us to know how to raise babies, cooking and cleaning, under the mistaken idea that those things don’t take very much intelligence and physical strength and endurance).

Recently, my husband and I fell into a rut, in our marriage. We were kind of quietly falling apart, but we didn’t know how to stop it. Even though our marriage already started out, kind of, unorthodox, I was still expecting certain specific and somewhat gendered behaviors from him and likewise, he from me.

Almost from the moment we moved in together, he took over the cooking and the cleaning. He waited on me hand and foot. If I needed him and called, he’d drop everything and come running. But when it came to intimacy, we were sorely lacking. So was initiative.

He was waiting for me to tell him what to do and how to do it and I was growing weary of always having to do so. Our lives had become so routine that we kind of grew accustomed to the fact that neither of us were going to get what we wanted and we were just going through the motions, hoping for a miracle. In my gendered thinking, the man almost always knows how and when to touch a woman in certain ways and in his gendered thinking, I was always ready, because he was.

I finally broke the ice and we had a heart-breaking, gut-wrenching discussion about what was wrong. I thought that it was because he needed to “Man Up” and take the initiative in learning how to please me and tease me in our romantic and sex life. I thought that I needed him to be more “manly” in how he solved other problems in our life. But, the one thing that he continued to bring up, over and over, was that he needed my help; my direction, in figuring out what to do and how to do it. He wanted to keep doing things for the household and for me, he didn’t want to give up his less traditional role.

It wasn’t enough that I screamed, “Yes, Yes!” when things were good. He needed me to tell him, “No, no, no… that’s not working for me!”, more often and more vocally. Instead, I would give a few directions a few times and when he would get lax, I’d just give up.

So, I did some research on his personality type. I’d never encountered it in my life. A man who wanted to do the housekeeping; who wanted to please me, for his sake, not really for mine? What a concept!

I realized that it was me that needed to embrace a different kind of gender role; a role where I was in the lead and my husband was the submissive spouse. I came across the idea of FLR or female-led relationships. I had researched such a thing in the past, but my first husband was not interested, even from a role-playing point of view, so I put that away as a “not in this lifetime” sort of idea. So, when I presented the idea to my current husband I was very surprised that he embraced it, immediately. And, together, we have been studying the central ideas around it and learning how to navigate a new relationship dynamic.

Right now, we are still kind of newbies, at it. We are still making up the rules. Or, rather, I am (and he’s agreeing to most of them). But, the change in our relationship and how we are connecting has been incredible. The level of true intimacy between us has gone up significantly (because I am training him when and how to be affectionate or to give me the attention that I need and I am also teaching him to ask me for affection, when he feels that he needs it). I have taken sex off of the table, for the time being, as we get to know each other in this new relationship. I want to make sure these lessons stick, before we take it to the next level.

*YMMV: This blog is just one way of many that my spouse and I do FLR/Female-Led Relationships. Like anything else, this lifestyle is not for everyone. It may not even be for us, in the long-term. But, for now, we are trying this and hope to journal our story for posterity and maybe in the hopes that somebody else can learn from us or that we can try new things on the advice of others.*

Rules of Engagement


It starts with her beauty in my eyes, it moves...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Pet and I began this journey as a solution to our waning sex life and other issues that were plaguing our otherwise normal marital relationship. We were going on about our lives, never really noticing that important things, like open and (truly) honest communication, were disappearing from our marriage.

Sure, we spoke, but I often felt like I couldn’t honestly say what was on my mind without him getting defensive and/or getting immaturely moody, after the fact.

Sure, our sex life was “o-kay”, but it was the same time, same place, every week and most weeks, I dreaded it. Even the way we would get into foreplay became so routine that often I would lay there for a set amount of time and then beg him to go down on me, or I would go down on him. The nights when I wouldn’t even bother with that move, he would finger me for a bit and then stick his penis inside me, hump for five or ten minutes, then roll over and go to sleep. Never once in those episodes did he ever seek to see if I was pleased with how things were going and eventually I grew weary of trying to explain to him why I was not happy sexually. It was actually a lot like having sex with a 16 year old boy; a young man who is so excited about sex, but who hasn’t a clue about what he’s doing or how to please his partner for their sake, not his own.

Giving credit where credit is definitely due, My Pet has always given good Face and so I excused his mediocre foreplay and coitus skills for longer than I should have.

But, the day came when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take one more night of mediocre sex. One more night of telling him “that hurts” or “that’s not it” and having him give up and pull out a toy rather than try harder to touch me properly. I could not take one more night of “not bad” cunnilingus and mediocre intercourse (he’s got problems keeping an erection once he’s had an orgasm, and he cums WAY too fast, so that meant I HAD to get mine, before he got his and if I didn’t, he’d be asleep before I could even think about asking for more) and missing out on having the Big O that I truly desired.

So, I went on strike. I told him all about it, before I did. I told him that something needs to change in our bedroom, or we are through, as lovers.

As expected, he got mad, he got angry. He said that I was asking for too much. He cried and begged for me to change my mind. I refused. I insisted he get help; go see a doctor, do some research. He stayed made for a week and then I turned him on to female-led relationships and loving female authority.

He was very open to the idea, but still very reluctant as I would find in the weeks ahead. I took over the leadership of our marriage inside and outside of the bedroom.

I began by reintroducing affection into our marriage. I made it a rule that, no matter my mood, or his mood, he had to give me a kiss whenever he left/returned to a facility where we were staying together, whether that be our bedroom, our home, the store, or a friend’s home. This helped endear him to me, and likewise, me to him, as I now get very excited to see him because I know that he’s going to kiss me the second he approaches me, even in front of my boss/coworkers/friends. He even kisses me before/after he goes to walk the fur-babies.

I speak my mind, tactfully, but without regard to whether or not it will hurt his feelings to hear bad news. If I think something needs to be changed about his appearance, his scent, or something else he is doing that annoys me or displeases me, I no longer play the diplomat like I have in the past, I tell it like it is and save the apologies for his bruised ego for another day. That has made our communications truly honest and this allows him to open up and ask for suggestions that I freely offer, or allow him to do research to improve in the areas that he has the most problems with. This makes me hotter for him because I can see him slowly improving, every day, to the point where my complaints are less and his reception to correction is more compliant.

I make him ask for everything, including kisses, if they are not explicitly expected. He asks if he can go to the bathroom or if he can fix dinner. He even asks if he can get ready for work. The list is not limited. He asked and usually, I say “yes”. I am learning to say “no”, more often, in the interest of discipline, but this is an issue that I am working on improving.

I make/allow him to do everything for me, with the exception of hygienic issues, but even then, I allow him to bathe me when he draws me a bubble bath. He cooks every meal and cleans every room. He washes, folds, and stores the laundry. He does all the grocery shopping, he’s even responsible for the grocery list. If I suddenly get a desire for something that needs to be purchased, I send him to get it, even if it’s tampons. When I tell him to jump to do anything, he lovingly asks, “How high?”

I make him kiss my feet during Play Time and I make him put my shoes on my feet, every day, and kiss them before and after he does. I never think much about him taking off my shoes after work and kissing my feet, but that soon will change. I just love how it makes me feel during Play Time, but even better is the memories it evokes when he kisses my feet outside of that. I feel so much sexier throughout a normal day, thinking about his kissing my feet and how much fun we have naked, while I’m at work handling normal, mundane work tasks. I’ve been told that I look happier, these days, too. Must be the constant smile I have on my face daydreaming about our next Play Time.

In our sex life, I now direct the foreplay and tell him exactly how to kiss me and where. I tell him how to touch me and make sure that his hands and nails are trimmed, so he doesn’t scratch me when he touches me. This is an ongoing issue that still needs work.

Our foreplay is now a little rougher and a lot hotter than it ever was because we have a rule that I am required to have no less than five orgasms and The Big O before we are done. This has made him far more creative and less threatened by my array of vibrators and dildos that I keep around our love nest.

We now have sex more often. I let him sleep a few hours after he gets home from work and then before dinner (or breakfast on our mutual days off) I wake him up for Play Time. Some days I even get ten orgasms or more between dawn and sunset. And, it no longer matters what time of the month it is, either.

I continue to restrict his access to coitus, although every once in a while I do allow him to have sex with me, but ONLY after I’ve gotten mine several times. In place of intercourse, I usually allow him to masturbate for me or I help masturbate him with a vibe against his scrotum.

We’ve discussed the little blue pills (and other pills for ED), but those things cost money that we just don’t have. So, instead, we are going to invest in a penis extender that also doubles as a male sex toy so that I can have as much intercourse as I need to be sexually satisfied and so that I can tease and satisfy him when I am done getting mine.

In due time, we will add a few more aspects to our Play Time including spanking and pegging. I love how excited he gets when we discuss it.

Our entire relationship has improved ten-fold. We are excited to see each other, again, after we’ve been apart and we are both excited for Play Time in a way we have never been before. I can’t believe that we didn’t think of this before, but now that we are here, we have no intention of going back.

Finding My Footing


Happy feet 2

Happy feet 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’m very sensitive when it comes to the issue of feet.

 

I love getting a pedicure, but I am leery of anyone who wants to make the moves on my feet.

 

I flinch whenever it comes to the foot scraping and even the foot massage portion of this event at my local salon.

 

Only once have I ever had anyone who could take my feet in his hands and pretty much bring me to orgasm, simply by rubbing my feet the right way. I’ve let a few others try, since, but I have yet to have anyone else be able to love my feet the way that he did.

 

Lately, my feet have become symbolic, particularly as I am learning to take my own role, in loving female leadership, more seriously. I’ve been trying to find my footing in how to approach My Pet with a firm hand without being too hard on him, while he is learning, too.

 

I’m not really the Femme Dom type, but I look to them for tips on how to take and maintain control of My Pet and I’m finding that feet have a lot to do with that. Getting someone to kneel and care for your feet is a great start to letting them understand who is the boss and still allow them some semblance of control. By his actions, My Pet can be allowed to kiss my feet or be kicked by them.

 

I had tried to come at My Pet to strong and found my own weakness. I let him joke his way out of my disciplinary tactics and it didn’t take too long for him to dismiss my commands. Until, that is, I literally, and figuratively, put my foot down. Since then, we both have been on better footing.

 

To reinforce our new understanding, I have begun making him put my shoes on my feet, daily and allow him to kiss my feet, as he does so.

 

Starting with a little thing like feet has built up my confidence in making him do other little things, that add up to big things in the long run and we have not had the same issues that we have faced in the past; in the beginning of this journey.

 

I’ve even added feet to our sex life. I don’t let him rub my feet. He’s no good at that. But, he has learned how to love my feet with his mouth and make me orgasm, using his tongue in much the same way he loves to work my clit. Our sex has gotten exponentially better with this one simple addition and we aren’t even having actual intercourse, yet.

 

This all, definitely, gives new meaning to putting your best foot forward.

 

xoxo