On Friday night W asked me if I wanted to get my ass "whooped". I hesitated. We haven't played in months. I have been so wrapped up in this "thing" that is growing in my belly - that I kinda put life on hold. So playing hasn't been very high up on my list of priorities.
A few weeks ago I went back and read the blog entries from 5 years ago - when I had this "thing" first rear it's ugly head. I am not sure what I was looking for ....... certainly not memories....... yet what I read there was important. I wrote more than once how W tried to keep my life as normal as possible - W tried very hard to keep me distracted from the doom and gloom that seems to settle over me when life deals me a crappy hand.
So Friday night I hummed and hawed and offered a piss poor excuse "there aren't any toys here" to which he replied "I brought the new toy". (In January - up in Kingston - we had some of our new kinky friends over for a get together - and one of the guests brought W a new flogger).
A new toy - one never used - never experienced - intrigued me. oh hell why not !!!
So the new toy was found - I stripped and knelt over the ottoman - and W started to whoop my ass. I won't lie and say it was a great session........ W was out of shape (he posted here about it - and yeah I have lectured him about that!!) But it was exactly what I needed at that exact moment in time. A little bit of normalcy - in a world that has been spinning out of control.
A little reminder that life can be good and fun no matter what else is going on............