The Spinster's Exploits

As usual, when I’ve not blogged for a while, I have a headful of stuff I’ve been thinking about. Like: can old farts learn new tricks?; stream of consciousness and fantasy; orgasm control and lots of stuff I’ve now forgotten!

But sat back here at my computer I am reminded of my earlier “notes to self” and open-ended situations/cliffhangers, so here goes!

Situationship – I left my subby cross-dressing spiritual elf not tied to the rail tracks in classic melodramatic style but in possible danger of exploitation… So – he really liked her, had been honest, liked what was on offer but wasn’t sure what she wanted… he did ask the question – and it was exclusivity.

Meanwhile, he seemed to be getting more into “carer” role, was getting more home cooking and she had an attic he could rent off her for his exclusive use…

When we first met up again, one of the first things he told me was that he needed to live on his own for a while and not leap into a full-on relationship. And in fairness, he did remember this. I suspect the home cooking and being needed were quite seductive, but the attic with his possible financial exploitation and likely caring expectations also helped to give him a reality check about a woman he’d only known a fortnight.

Because he’s said he would visit, she had cooked for him and wanted to know when he was arriving when I saw him as he was struggling with a decision. I have to admit; this was one of the few times that ending a “relationship/situationship” by text seemed the kindest and most sensible response. And so it ended.

Painful sex – I am not into algolagnia – love of, or sexual stimulation from physical pain, since you ask… When I need labels to describe my “kink” I’ve thought of myself as a spankee rather than a masochist or a sub, as for me, it’s all about spanking. And – as said before – this includes the use of implements but only on the one part of my body. Recently I have discovered a limited but definite subby side, but enough to surprise me. And I have also unleashed my surprising but limited Domestic Domme/Goddess, but that’s not the issue here.

So – I am a wimp. If you’re not smacking my bottom, I am pathetic. I hate discomfort and feel every ache after sitting on a less than perfect seat or not getting a good night’s sleep. And if you are the perfect spanker – just don’t ask me to “assume the position”, unless it is an exceptionally comfortable one. I am not the “Princess and the Pea”, but I suspect I could give her a run for her money. Give me a friendly poke, or squeeze my arm a little tightly, and you won’t hear the end of it!  

But painful sex is quite a turn on. Not anything horrendous – just a little discomfort and tightness, that soon passes.

I suspect I have weird hormones, as possibly mentioned before – easy periods, no noticeable menopause and a fanny that fires on all cylinders when sex is on the cards – not bragging, just explaining the background. Also – as said – I’m purely clitoral and don’t get vaginal orgasms. Beyond the odd attempt out of curiosity, I’ve not been tempted to stick objects up myself, but I do find fucking extremely sexy and I do love the feel of a penis inside me.

An unprepared-for quickie is an exciting idea but nowadays any fucking is usually after some attention or play and I am happy to say that my lovely responsive fanny salivates in anticipation. It fails however, to send a message to its walls, and they often seem ready to repel invaders – although they become more welcoming fairly quickly and seem to forget what the fuss was about! I don’t know if the area becomes engorged due to excitement or orgasm, but it does definitely seem to narrow – as confirmed by my delicious invaders!

So – penetration is often challenging, but feels very sexy, and manageably painful. It doesn’t last beyond the initial foray, where my whole “lady parts” get with the programme, relax and enjoy the ride.