K's not a fan of showers. She enjoys lounging in a hot bath and soaking up the heat, which I think is a big factor in it. She loves the warmth. So showering together is probably not a go, though I will try suggesting it. Because I'd love it, personally. All that wet naked skin for me to roam my hands over... yep, love it.

And gawds yes, stockings and nothing but... the stuff of wonderful dreams. Since we're sharing, my thing I wear that gives me arousal is c*** rings. I love that snug feeling around my base, that constant reminder. Love how it draws the eyes down there, becomes a point of fixation. I love wearing one under my clothes, my naughty secret, and then surprising K with the fact I've been wearing one all day. I'd like to get a nice metal one, but have been having trouble finding the right size in the style I like. And metal needs to be sized correctly, it doesn't have the leeway silicone has.


Alas, erotic literature, at least at this point, is something I know I can be addicted to, and that at least for now I need to avoid. This actually pains me more, much more, than abstaining from porn. There's so much well put together words can convey that porn can not. And I sorely miss that right now.

Right now, I'm hoping the stars align and I can get some dedicated time for me and K to reconnect to our mutual enjoyment of bondage. You'd think it would be easy what with the quarantine and all, but surprisingly, no. It's not. Not when you're trying to align libidos.