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30 Days of Kink-Day 6

Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

This is tough… because fantasies bare one’s soul.  I know I do a lot of that here but I always leave a little bit for myself.  I don’t share it all for various reasons.  There’s stuff I’ve fantasized about… and we’ve done I don’t share.  It’s a bit silly really, as being judged by strangers shouldn’t matter, but the fact of the matter is it’s a bit scary.  So because of that… I’ll throw out a few different fantasies of mine that I have… that doesn’t really mean they are interesting or weird.  Just are what they are.

Elevators.  I have a thing for elevators… Ive written about it before.  I always size them up… always wonder if it would work.  This fantasy will probably never come true as the risk is way too high I think.  I had someone offer it to me once but the elevator in question was way too quick.  There’s no way it would’ve worked.  Still, I think it’s really hot to have that rushed feeling of urgency to pull up my skirt… bend over and be taken.  Yum.

FFF threesome.  I came close to this years ago with an old girlfriend of mine.  It didn’t pan out.  It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to do it… to be sandwiched between to two soft women.  I can imagine their hands on me… fingers tracing over my skin… their lips against mine… our breasts touching.  Oh yes… good stuff.  It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman that can make me feel like that… and to have two of them… yeah… awesome.

Puppy or kitty play.  This is a recent addition.  I don’t really know what it is about it that drives that desire.  It could very well be all about exploring new things that does it… or the objectification of it, being his thing of pleasure.  I have this fantasy that involves being taken to a pet store to buy a collar and leash specifically for this and the slight humiliation of this.  Yeah.. it makes me tingly.  I don’t really have anything other  to expand on this… it just is.

That’s really the only things that come to mind right now.  So much of the things I imagined I’ve had the opportunity to try…. and most have been just as good or better than I expected.  I think I’m pretty lucky that way.  🙂



Disclaimer-Around this time last year I posted this on my old blog… and to me it has a lot of weight behind it.  It’s something I felt deeply and still do.  So much so, I decided to repost it… with a little tweak as since this post changes have occurred.


symbol (sim-buhl)-noun: something used for or regarded as representing something else; a material object representing something, often something immaterial; emblem, token, or sign.

There are many symbols in our world.  When a person wears a ring on their left hand… generally it means that that person is spoken for… married or intent. Sometimes it’s just a sign of commitment. Either way there is a heavy weight put behind this outward statement of such an inner feeling.

For me… my wedding and engagement rings are a sign that I am married. It means that I have promised myself to my husband for the rest of my time on this Earth. I wear my rings everyday… all day. They are special to me… a part of who I am now.

When a person wears a collar… generally it means a person is owned in some form or another. The depth of such ownership is decided upon the couple. A collar is also equally as heavily weighted as a ring as it is not something that should be taken upon lightly. It’s a commitment all of its own… to be in a relationship that is ran by one partner sexually and/or in everyday life.

For me… my collar is a sign that Ben is my Owner and Master (thought those are interchangeable are they not?). We chose to make the step into a different sort of relationship dynamic together almost a year ago.  I couldn’t imagine our life being any different than it is now.  I see myself as more than just his wife… but as his submissive.. his slave.  It is not something I take lightly… as it means the world to me.  I wear my collar everday… all day. It is special to me… a part of who I am.

take notice

My friend is getting married next summer. I’ve been helping her plan and such and she has asked me to be her Maid of Honor (I refuse to call myself a Matron of Honor… that sounds soooo old!). Anyways… we went in to the local dress shop to look around and set an appointment to actually try some on. The owner ended up coming up and talking to us… and we chatted it up. She’s a chatty Cathy like me.

We talked about all sorts of stuff when out of the blue she raises her hand to her throat and said, “I love your coll- necklace! Where did you get it at?”

“Thank you! My husband got it for me… he special ordered it online… I’m not exactly sure where at.  I love it though!”, I said.. wondering if she meant to call it a collar.. and if she knew it was. Of course, I was lying somewhat.. as I knew exactly where he got it from. I wasn’t about to tell her where though… because that would certainly give it away…. and my friend would have been shocked I think.

“Oh I was just wondering because there’s this great sterling silver place and I thought it might be there. It’s beautiful either way.”, she said.. and that was that.

It makes me wonder what necklaces I see… that are really collars. There has been a few necklaces that I had to do a double take and wonder if they were that. This of course makes me feel like there is someone else out there like me.. living in my very own town. I wonder if it is.. what their dynamic is like… and so forth.  How many people do I see in my day to day life… share this in common with me?

I guess I’ll never know if the owners little slip was some sort of acknowledgment or if was really only a slip of the tongue.  Throughout the conversation, nothing else led me to think that she indeed knew. I guess that doesn’t really mean anything… most people would never say that yes, I am owned to a perfect stranger. Either way… I thought it was amusing to say the least.. and it made me think.

People are so complex… you just never know….