As I mentioned in my post of May 13 titled "A Failed Experiment", V and I have decided to take a break from pursuing a Femdom/FL relationship.
Instead, I’ve been concentrating on those aspects of our relationship which she cherishes most.
We’ve been spending more time going out together. For instance, V has a passion for fashion. Currently she’s studying fashion design with plans to establish her own label.
Last weekend there was an exhibition of period fashion pieces and I suggested we attend. She was delighted and, in truth, we both had a great time together even though fashion is not my thing.
We also go out on long walks together. We've had a late Autumn here and the mornings, while often brisk, radiate a lovely subdued light. In the parks and on the nature strips, golden and red leaves carpet iridescent green grass, giving off a wonderful fragrance. It’s an ideal setting which sets the mood for romance and togetherness.
When I’m at the supermarket, I always make a point of buying V the latest Vogue, Marie Clair or other fashion magazine she doesn’t already have. I also buy her favorite comfort food indulgences.
These little things mean a lot to V and help enormously with our bonding.
Of course I still do the cooking, cleaning etc but I try to add small unexpected touches; little extras which she sometimes notices and other times doesn’t. That’s fine, it’s the thought that counts as they say, and whether she notices I went half way across the city to buy her favorite gluten free blueberry muffin or not doesn’t matter (V has coelic disease which means she is gluten intolerant – no wheat based products among other things).
In short, our relationship is stronger, with greater intensity and more passion.
There’s no domination or submission, no spankings or verbal abuse. It’s a more loving relationship, taking into primary account her needs and desires.
Our love-making is more intimate. Last night V initiated sex for the first time in ages. It began with passionate kissing, cuddling and stroking. I ran my fingers through her hair, my hands lightly caressed the contours of her body. I gently kissed her neck, her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. She held me tightly. Our bodies became one. With my face between her thighs, I inhaled her scent, kissed nibbled and licked her for 15 minutes or so. Finally we had intercourse – intense, emotional, loving sex.
I called her mommy which I rarely ever do. I don’t have an Oedipus Complex but I felt compelled to utter the word. Perhaps I was trying to crawl back into the womb, so intense was my feeling of love and emotion.
“That’s my little boy,” she said, and I felt safe, secure, warm and protected.