Greetings everyone and welcome to my blog!

I have no idea what possessed me to do this, lol, but here we are.
I have asked my significant other for permission and he has, oh so kindly, granted it. For years we have lived in a fast lane, and now when things have finally calmed down I find myself in a reflecting mood. My husband understands, as he puts it, mine “incessant need to dissect things, our relationship in particular”. Then again He seems to understand what this D/s is all about, while I have just began to wonder about this world outside the two of us.

Disclaimers:

Obviously this will be BDSM centered blog, but as this is the only forum I am actively involved at, you may be forced to suffer through a vanilla ranting or two, lol.

My brain works in mysterious ways, and as I am not a writer what I focus on will depend on what mood I am in. Thus things won’t be in a chronological order, but I will try to keep them as coherent as possible.

All opinions and criticism is encouraged and more than welcome. Plain meanness isn’t.

Btw, it would be really nice if some Dom started a blog of his own. I mean insight in Dominant’s mind is the reason why I joined here. Tells us what makes you tick. So that we can tick you off, lol.


For your entertainment pain…

My name is Adriana. Yes, that is my real name. With time, some people get away with calling me Adri. I currently live in a large European metropolis with my husband, Tristan, and my ten year old stepson, Ethaniel. To protect our privacy, those aren’t their real names, but I did choose names with similar sounding strength/poetry.

Last night, I asked Tristan what it is He gets out of me being (his) submissive, what He thinks and feels when I am pleasuring him. He was quiet about it for a moment, apparently thinking, “I have never tried to analyse it. It arouses me. I enjoy it.” (Men! Apparently He feels no need to dissect anything himself, .)

Then he kissed my forehead and proceeded to stroke my hair, hoping it will make me go to sleep. It did. He knows me so well.

We both have highly demanding careers and travel a lot, though He more than I. He was catching an early flight, so he woke me around 4:30, and I use the term “woke” very loosely. I get up early when I have to, and I mostly have to, but I am not a morning person.
So there I was, lying on my tummy, somewhat aware that something was happening, but half asleep, eyes closed, letting him do as he pleased. Kissing me, touching me.
He pulled me to my knees and hands and whilst I was still trying to get my bearings, I felt His cock push into me. It was a bit rough, but I didn't mind, . I was more aware of what he was doing, but still half dreaming and having most wonderful (read: debauched) fantasies playing in my mind.
I came two or three times (maybe even four, not quite sure, its not like I was counting, lol) and was now eyes wide awake.

He lay over me occasionally kissing my shoulders and neck, his cock still inside of me. I love that feeling.
He used one hand to brush my hair behind my ear and half-whispered, half-growled in his post sex, morning voice, “Having you love me is the best thing.”

I am thinking, maybe I will turn morning person, .