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Open or Not?

Last week, she learned the guy she was talking to has a girlfriend.  They aren’t serious so it is OK.   She was honest with him, and requested the same.  Refreshingly, he was honest as well.  She said she wasn’t seeing anyone else and had stopped all the silly dating apps because they were getting along so well.  He also said he wasn’t on any apps.  She said she wasn’t seeing anyone else.  Silence.  After a silence that seemed eternal he said he was seeing someone else, but they practice safe sex.

She thought before she responded.  She asked.  She couldn’t be mad that he was honest.  She could be happy to hear he was being safe although they hadn’t had sex and there were no immediate plans to consummate anything.  They had just been talking and flirting through text.  Now this information.  Does it change things?  Maybe, a little.

She faked a meeting and said she would text him later.  She sat at her cubicle and wondered what she was feeling.  She knew what she was feeling.  “Here we go again.”

She was 15 when she had her first boyfriend.  Robert.  He was on the football team.  She was a cheerleader.   They were cute together.  Problem was, he left his girlfriend to be with her.  That didn’t work so well.   She went on a family vacation and while she was gone he reunited with his ex.  It was heartbreaking at the time.  It had been the best three months of her life.  Then he was gone and she was the joke at the high school.  Here she is now, 38 years later and realizing that all her boyfriends, lovers, husband and wife, without fail, all had significant others that were still in the picture.  Was it her?  Did she seek out people that were already entangled?  If so, why?  Maybe in the past.  She didn’t know he had someone else so this time wasn’t her fault.  She knew every time she got involved that they had a recent ex, or yes, they were still involved.  She was the other woman, the good friend to help them through the break-up, etc.  Was she ready to do that again?  Or was she ready to break the cycle once and for all?

She decided to text him back.  She would face this and be honest.  The text read like this,

‘So what is the situation with the other women you are seeing?  I have to be honest.  I am tired of being the dirty little secret.  I don’t expect monogamy in the beginning but eventually I will, or I will want to be involved with what you are doing with others.  It can all be negotiated but I need to know the real situation.  Thank you for being honest that there is someone else.  I just need to know what the situation truly is so I can move forward fully aware of the situation.’

She pressed send.  Feeling proud and somewhat empowered.  She liked this guy.  She didn’t want to walk away but the time had come for her to be better to herself.  She wasn’t against open relationships, as long as they were truly open.   If he walked away then that was fine.  She waited for the response.  When she got it, it was way more than she expected and now her decision was bigger than she thought.

 

To be continued…

 

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His Hand Print

There are many things that I love about BDSM and the different Kinks I have been exposed to thus far.  I, surprisingly to myself, enjoy impact play most thus far.  I never thought that I would.  I have always hated being hit.  In my past a cute tap on the ass as I was walking up the stairs in front of my partner use to irritate me.  I am not sure why, it just did.  I remember anticipating it with such anxiety and irritation.  That has changed.  I guess more things changed with in me then I even realized.   Inside and Out.

During an unplanned and unexpected afternoon play, Daddy and I were on the couch in the living room.  He rolled me over and slapped my ass.  The crack of his hand hitting my skin was loud.  I was not expecting the slap.  I normally did not know when they were coming but I always had hoped they would happen.   After our play ended he told me to go to the mirror and look at my ass.

Twisting in the mirror to find what I was supposed to see I saw this perfect hand print.  You could almost see his finger prints.  The outline of his whole beautiful hand.  I was so excited to see this mark.  I think I enjoy seeing the marks more than the actual placement of them.  I loved the bruises that would linger for days after we had played together.  This mark, his perfect hand, on my body made me smile and maybe even a little teary at the site of it.  He took this picture also immediately after he made the mark.  He didn’t always share the pictures with me, but I am very glad that he shared this one.

I will always love his hands.  I will always cherish this hand print.

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