My non-Dom hub is still chugging along in my life but I don't feel as I used to feel. We went away together for a week, no family, just us. It was like wearing a comfortable old jumper. It was nice, we shared walks and meals but I was aware that I was going through familiar motions. Learned behaviours, habitual movement, routine workaday gesture.
There is no heat.
I feel sad for this loss. I am aware of a contradiction though. I am currently sitting on the couch with the laptop on my lap and my feet resting on non-Dom's lap.
in truth I crave the freedom of no relationship. No responsibility.
Is it my dalliance with the s in D/s, my mambo with the m in SM, the boogaloo in the b to His D in the BDSM, that hs brought me to this?
The grass is ALWAYS greener is it not?