Maybe I should just rename it my 'slut sack.' Here are the current contents of my laptop bag.
* 1 Laptop -available at Best Buy
* 1 Volume 1 hard copy print out of the first year of this blog - available online
* 1 copy of "Ethical Slut" - available at Amazon
* 1 pair of feather adorned nipple clamps -available at Adam&Eve
* 1 Fingo's nubby finger vibrator- available at A&E
* 1 love pacifier - available at edenfantasies
* 1 large glass dildo - available at edenfantasies
* 1 Bic Pen - I'm sure you know where to find this ;-)
* 1 small bottle of hand sanitizer - same here.
Obviously I'm prepared for all sorts of fun sexual things, plus I have my computer to blog about it after! You'll be hearing more about all this in the near future, but I thought this content list was a little funny.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
How we do what we do...
I already talked a bit about how we stay connected daily. From the responses it seems you guys are interested! Why didn't you say so before!?! I would have written this a long time ago. ;-) Either way, we do talk and text and email/chat online constantly. In fact if we don't hear from each other at least once an hour we tend to worry and/or get kinda bored without someone to constantly talk to. It's a wonder we get any work done at all! We used to be on different cell carriers so the 4000 texts a month between us got a little expensive. Then I had to deal with the evidence on the bills call logs...hence a LOT of shredding. We currently have unlimited mobile plans with the spouses on the same carrier. Thankfully they are not the curious types or else they would have an eyeful. I think it helps that Daniel and I keep track of the bills at our respective houses, so we are able to get away with a lot more, though it is obviously a great risk. (Funny enough, none of this documentation was what got us caught. It was the stupid fact that He and The Mrs had the same phone and she picked it up thinking it was hers.)
Anyway, so before December of 2008 we were much more readily able to sneak out of the house to see each other. We would spend anywhere from 2-6 hours together at any given time. We would meet somewhere between our houses (an hour drive for both) after work when he was supposed to be at band practice and I was out with a friend. We would spend late weekend nights into early weekend morns at hotels fucking each others brains out while he was supposed to be out seeing local bands at bars and I was out with that same friend or spending the night at my parents house. We left the country for a weekend because he often goes to music festivals and I tagged along saying I was visiting a friend from college. As long as we checked in with our spouses they were none the wiser. I suppose our saving grace lay in the fact that neither of our spouses were suspicious, nor did they have reason to be until Daniel and I became serious.
When they asked us who we were texting I would tell him a random girlfriend's name and Daniel often told her I was his brother. We found every logical reason to make our stories work. And they did. Sadly, it was pretty simple as Daniel and I aren't poster children for infidelity and, at least talking from my perspective, the Man is pretty nieve and oblivious.
As for money related issues...I know Daniel has a credit card in only his name that he uses for stuff for us. I on the other hand have been less than smart in this regard. The Man is an authorized user on my card and could easily see anything that I have used it for, but thankfully, as I do the bills and he is oblivious, this has never been an issue.
Since our spouses are aware of our relationship now it has been difficult to get out of the house. This last year we have seen each other much more infrequently, though we talk/text incessantly. They are obviously suspicious whenever we DO go out (though that is lessening as time goes by) so we often don't try for late night times or multiple evening hours when we 'should' be at home. (Sigh...what I wouldn't give for the days when one of us had the day off and we could spend 9 hours in a random hotel just enjoying each other...) We have been forced to covet 5 small hours on random monday mornings when I work later in the day and Daniel uses vacation time. Sometimes we can have date night/dinner if we can steal away for a bit, but the normal weekend days or times when normal people would go out, we never have. That can be really hard.
In general we find ways to make it work. Maybe my next post should be all about how we hide our sex toys, the presents we've bought each other, and all our mementos--as we are sentimental people. (It's true! Read our sidebar.) ;-)
Feel free to respond with questions or anything I can explain further. Though maybe it's not a good thing to be giving away all our secrets... ;-)
Anyway, so before December of 2008 we were much more readily able to sneak out of the house to see each other. We would spend anywhere from 2-6 hours together at any given time. We would meet somewhere between our houses (an hour drive for both) after work when he was supposed to be at band practice and I was out with a friend. We would spend late weekend nights into early weekend morns at hotels fucking each others brains out while he was supposed to be out seeing local bands at bars and I was out with that same friend or spending the night at my parents house. We left the country for a weekend because he often goes to music festivals and I tagged along saying I was visiting a friend from college. As long as we checked in with our spouses they were none the wiser. I suppose our saving grace lay in the fact that neither of our spouses were suspicious, nor did they have reason to be until Daniel and I became serious.
When they asked us who we were texting I would tell him a random girlfriend's name and Daniel often told her I was his brother. We found every logical reason to make our stories work. And they did. Sadly, it was pretty simple as Daniel and I aren't poster children for infidelity and, at least talking from my perspective, the Man is pretty nieve and oblivious.
As for money related issues...I know Daniel has a credit card in only his name that he uses for stuff for us. I on the other hand have been less than smart in this regard. The Man is an authorized user on my card and could easily see anything that I have used it for, but thankfully, as I do the bills and he is oblivious, this has never been an issue.
Since our spouses are aware of our relationship now it has been difficult to get out of the house. This last year we have seen each other much more infrequently, though we talk/text incessantly. They are obviously suspicious whenever we DO go out (though that is lessening as time goes by) so we often don't try for late night times or multiple evening hours when we 'should' be at home. (Sigh...what I wouldn't give for the days when one of us had the day off and we could spend 9 hours in a random hotel just enjoying each other...) We have been forced to covet 5 small hours on random monday mornings when I work later in the day and Daniel uses vacation time. Sometimes we can have date night/dinner if we can steal away for a bit, but the normal weekend days or times when normal people would go out, we never have. That can be really hard.
In general we find ways to make it work. Maybe my next post should be all about how we hide our sex toys, the presents we've bought each other, and all our mementos--as we are sentimental people. (It's true! Read our sidebar.) ;-)
Feel free to respond with questions or anything I can explain further. Though maybe it's not a good thing to be giving away all our secrets... ;-)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
HNT - Test Drive
So, I'm out of town for work this week. Mostly behaving, but finding ways to enjoy myself. ;-) Anyway, it just so happens that frances ordered us a batch of new toys to the PO Box. She didn't tell me what they were, only that there was a surprise for me, and that she hoped I'd have it to take on my trip. So, like the good boy that I am, I checked the box on my way out of town. Two packages! Sadly, neither was the one "for me". But, hey. When life gives you lemons...
On a related note... I picked up a couple things for frances too. :-) She doesn't know what they are either. But she will soon enough!
Happy HNT.
xo
-d.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sweet Dreams
Daniel can attest to my having some really strange dreams. He usually hears all about them during our pre-shower text ritual which you can read about here. (Shameless plug, I know, but I have to make sure you read EVERYTHING I write.) ;-) Either way, I have had 2 incredibly disturbing ones this week that I thought I might share. Maybe you all can interpret them for me. The first one is terribly gruesome and the second quite revealing in regards to my mental state in relation to my life at the moment.
*Read no further if you are easily grossed out. Skip ahead to #2. Consider yourself warned!*
DREAM #1
In the first dream I was at some kind of dinner party, strolling along with my glass of wine. I tripped--which is totally like me, klutz that I am--and somehow ended up falling on my glass and slitting my throat with the cup part of the goblet. I knew if I removed it that I would bleed to death immediately, though I don't remember seeing a lot of blood otherwise. The Man entered from another room and began to freak out, asking me what happened. I attempted to tell him, but it was then I realized that my vocal chords were severed. This was particularly distressing to me on many levels as I am not only a gregarious person who loves to talk, but I do partially make my living as a singer, so the thought of never singing agian was heartbreaking. I began to cry. I think I was going into shock and was about to take the glass out as the pain was preventing me from thinking straight when I woke up.
DREAM #2
The scene of the second dream was a classroom. I was apparently rehearsing for a community theatre play. (Can't remember which one...) I was given the lead role (though I AM a ham, this NEVER happens in real life) and thus spent my entire time at the front of the room as I was in every scene. The Man was seated in a group of people, his friends I assume. They were all seated off to my right in those little tiny elementary school desks that are so awkward for adults. In the back center of the room in front of the chalkboard wall, a group of people encircled Daniel, HIS friends presumably. He was smiling and visibly proud of me all through the rehearsal. The Man looked pained and began to cry when Daniel cheered and encouraged the entire room to give me an ovation at the end. I left under Daniel's arm while The Man sobbed pathetically.
This is the first dream where I remember Daniel and The Man appearing in the same room. I have often dreamed of sneaking off with Daniel while the man non-suspiciously searched for me, but seeing them together reminds me of the tough stuff that's coming . Who know what was up with Dream #1, but yeah, needless to say, my dreams have been anything but sweet this week...
*Read no further if you are easily grossed out. Skip ahead to #2. Consider yourself warned!*
DREAM #1
In the first dream I was at some kind of dinner party, strolling along with my glass of wine. I tripped--which is totally like me, klutz that I am--and somehow ended up falling on my glass and slitting my throat with the cup part of the goblet. I knew if I removed it that I would bleed to death immediately, though I don't remember seeing a lot of blood otherwise. The Man entered from another room and began to freak out, asking me what happened. I attempted to tell him, but it was then I realized that my vocal chords were severed. This was particularly distressing to me on many levels as I am not only a gregarious person who loves to talk, but I do partially make my living as a singer, so the thought of never singing agian was heartbreaking. I began to cry. I think I was going into shock and was about to take the glass out as the pain was preventing me from thinking straight when I woke up.
DREAM #2
The scene of the second dream was a classroom. I was apparently rehearsing for a community theatre play. (Can't remember which one...) I was given the lead role (though I AM a ham, this NEVER happens in real life) and thus spent my entire time at the front of the room as I was in every scene. The Man was seated in a group of people, his friends I assume. They were all seated off to my right in those little tiny elementary school desks that are so awkward for adults. In the back center of the room in front of the chalkboard wall, a group of people encircled Daniel, HIS friends presumably. He was smiling and visibly proud of me all through the rehearsal. The Man looked pained and began to cry when Daniel cheered and encouraged the entire room to give me an ovation at the end. I left under Daniel's arm while The Man sobbed pathetically.
This is the first dream where I remember Daniel and The Man appearing in the same room. I have often dreamed of sneaking off with Daniel while the man non-suspiciously searched for me, but seeing them together reminds me of the tough stuff that's coming . Who know what was up with Dream #1, but yeah, needless to say, my dreams have been anything but sweet this week...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Text Tuesday - An afternoon musing...
f 2/19/10 1:58 pm: can i be honest? just sitting here enjoying the quiet and had an intense desire for a rough fuck and a smoke. grr. anyway... lol.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Mad Libs Monday
We are starting something new here at 29-Pearls. Mad Libs Monday! (If you don't know what a Mad Lib is then you're probably too old/young/square to be reading this blog anyway, so I won't explain.) Every Monday we will add a little bit to the naughty story where you fill in the missing words. Please feel free to email us your ridiculous results at francesanddaniel@gmail.com . We would love to post some of the good ones. Enjoy! And please let us know what you think. :-)
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A day in the life.
According to our little survey, some of you (ok one of you, but who's couting) are interested in knowing a bit more about how Daniel and I handle the logistics of our affair. I thought I might spend a few posts talking about this and we are happy to handle questions as they arise.
Daily life for us (as it is now) is a series of hours wondering when we'll next see each other. It has gotten understandably difficult to get together since the others know, but we make do with small snippets of time and have shared some of the sweetest moments in the last year. (Hopefully I'll get around to talking about that soon.)
In general our weekday time "together" goes like this:
Usually one of us will text a good morning message. "Morning lovey face, sleep well?" This of course leads to half-awake descriptions of dreams, complaints of illness, reasons for poor sleeping, etc... and ends with a note like, "Shower time."
We reconnect in the car for our morning phone call. Daniel and I both leave for work just after 7 am and have a good 40 min commute. (More or less depending on the day.) We spend the time chatting about anything under the sun from the weather to serious relationship topics. It's our time to BE together. Sometimes we just sit quitely, each of us revelling in the presence of the other as it almost feels like we're in the same car.
We say goodbye around 8 and spend the next 4 and 1/2 hours texting each other pretty much at least every hour. Some days we have long discussions , text conversations, (early on we did this via email, which is how we've had some really authentic blog posts) and on other days it's simple "I miss you. How's things there?" Around 12:30 Daniel calls on the way back from lunch. Just a 5 min convo to say "Hi." The texting resumes until 5pm when we leave work and head back to our respective houses.
After touching base with our others, we spend the 40 min-ish commute chatting again like in the morning. Once home we obviously can't talk on the phone and the others frown upon much texting as they are obviously suspicious, so we make do and sometimes will chat online if we happen to have our computers out at the same time. (Skype is also a marvelous invention.) ;-)
It's pretty boring and mundane, but it's a routine that has become paramount to us feeling plugged into that francesanddaniel vibe. Come on, you know the one...You've been immersed in it reading our posts for the last year or so. ;-) We get a little cranky when something disrupts our daily ritual, even if we really had nothing to say.
This routine proves difficult when we're fighting by the way..(And we occasionally do. Shocking I know!) ;-) Maybe that should be a topic for a whole new post: "Fighting Via Text Or The Quickest Way To End A Relationship." I jest, but in reality, dealing with the particulars of our situation can be quite stressful. (As if you couldn't figure that one out.Ha!) It's like having a cold in the middle of a sinking boat in the middle of a raging storm. You know, the cold is physically limiting but mostly annoying, the storm is an obvious obstacle that you need to ride out, but that boat...well damn! That's just down right terrifying. Anyway, more about that later.
Hope you enjoyed this peek into our life. Enjoy your day and come back soon for more!
Daily life for us (as it is now) is a series of hours wondering when we'll next see each other. It has gotten understandably difficult to get together since the others know, but we make do with small snippets of time and have shared some of the sweetest moments in the last year. (Hopefully I'll get around to talking about that soon.)
In general our weekday time "together" goes like this:
Usually one of us will text a good morning message. "Morning lovey face, sleep well?" This of course leads to half-awake descriptions of dreams, complaints of illness, reasons for poor sleeping, etc... and ends with a note like, "Shower time."
We reconnect in the car for our morning phone call. Daniel and I both leave for work just after 7 am and have a good 40 min commute. (More or less depending on the day.) We spend the time chatting about anything under the sun from the weather to serious relationship topics. It's our time to BE together. Sometimes we just sit quitely, each of us revelling in the presence of the other as it almost feels like we're in the same car.
We say goodbye around 8 and spend the next 4 and 1/2 hours texting each other pretty much at least every hour. Some days we have long discussions , text conversations, (early on we did this via email, which is how we've had some really authentic blog posts) and on other days it's simple "I miss you. How's things there?" Around 12:30 Daniel calls on the way back from lunch. Just a 5 min convo to say "Hi." The texting resumes until 5pm when we leave work and head back to our respective houses.
After touching base with our others, we spend the 40 min-ish commute chatting again like in the morning. Once home we obviously can't talk on the phone and the others frown upon much texting as they are obviously suspicious, so we make do and sometimes will chat online if we happen to have our computers out at the same time. (Skype is also a marvelous invention.) ;-)
It's pretty boring and mundane, but it's a routine that has become paramount to us feeling plugged into that francesanddaniel vibe. Come on, you know the one...You've been immersed in it reading our posts for the last year or so. ;-) We get a little cranky when something disrupts our daily ritual, even if we really had nothing to say.
This routine proves difficult when we're fighting by the way..(And we occasionally do. Shocking I know!) ;-) Maybe that should be a topic for a whole new post: "Fighting Via Text Or The Quickest Way To End A Relationship." I jest, but in reality, dealing with the particulars of our situation can be quite stressful. (As if you couldn't figure that one out.Ha!) It's like having a cold in the middle of a sinking boat in the middle of a raging storm. You know, the cold is physically limiting but mostly annoying, the storm is an obvious obstacle that you need to ride out, but that boat...well damn! That's just down right terrifying. Anyway, more about that later.
Hope you enjoyed this peek into our life. Enjoy your day and come back soon for more!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Inspiration
In case you were wondering...
This is the song that inspired the title of our blog. Music has always been a big part of francesanddaniel and back in the day we were tossing around song titles and Daniel suggested this little ditty by Jeff Buckley. I wasn't sure, but he responded, "A song about a girl who is the center of all the lust and attention in the room..? With her man waiting to drag her off later...?? That's so totally us..." Who was I to argue? ;-)
And with a few strokes of the keyboard, 29-Pearls was born.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Turning The Tables
"Come up here and fuck me," says frances, climbing off my face and rolling onto her back...
She's spent the last half hour or so completely dominating me - pinning me down and using me as her little fuck toy. I fought as best I could, trying to get the upper hand, to fuck her back, to put her where I want her, until my strength failed and my aching muscles got the best of me. Once she'd broken me down, she proceeded to ride me mercilessly, and then to straddle my face, giving me a mouthful of her perfectly smooth pussy, before climbing off me and making her demands.
I stand at the foot of the bed, just looking at her. "Well?" she asks, her eyebrow raised. "I just wanted you to ask me again..." I reply. "Please come up here and fuck me. NOW."
I slip between her knees and enter her smoothly, building quickly to a furious pace. She gently pushes back on my shoulders. "Slow, baby... Nice and slow..." I immediately shift gears, slowing almost to a halt, savoring every fraction of every inch of every thrust. "YEAH. That's good," frances moans, throwing her head back in pleasure. "Think you get what you want, do you...?" I ask, glaring down at her. She nods. "Mm-hmm!"
Suddenly, I grab her roughly by the throat, pinning her to the bed and staring daggers straight into her eyes. "You get what you want because I GIVE you what you want. Do you understand me?" I ask, tightening my grip. She nods quietly. "Now... Say 'thank you'."
Frances lowers her eyes. "Thank you, sir," she whispers, her voice barely breaking through the pressure from my strong hand on her throat. I continue, never breaking my gaze as our intensity begins to rise. My frances knows me. She knows my signs, and she nods her encouragement as she can see my pleasure build towards its peak.
"You know where this is going, don't you?" I ask. She knows the answer. "You're gonna come all over my slut face?" I reward her with the sharp sting of my hand across her cheek, and she grits her teeth defiantly. "YEAH... You're gonna fucking come all over my fucking whore face, aren't you...?"
I nod, rising to my knees, and she scrambles into position, her eager little mouth open and waiting for me. I send my first shot sailing over her lips and cheek and into her hair. The next into her hungry mouth. Another across her forehead... And so on, and so on, until I collapse spent to the bed, frances' face well painted, my territory marked.
Now then... Who's in charge again?
-d.
She's spent the last half hour or so completely dominating me - pinning me down and using me as her little fuck toy. I fought as best I could, trying to get the upper hand, to fuck her back, to put her where I want her, until my strength failed and my aching muscles got the best of me. Once she'd broken me down, she proceeded to ride me mercilessly, and then to straddle my face, giving me a mouthful of her perfectly smooth pussy, before climbing off me and making her demands.
I stand at the foot of the bed, just looking at her. "Well?" she asks, her eyebrow raised. "I just wanted you to ask me again..." I reply. "Please come up here and fuck me. NOW."
I slip between her knees and enter her smoothly, building quickly to a furious pace. She gently pushes back on my shoulders. "Slow, baby... Nice and slow..." I immediately shift gears, slowing almost to a halt, savoring every fraction of every inch of every thrust. "YEAH. That's good," frances moans, throwing her head back in pleasure. "Think you get what you want, do you...?" I ask, glaring down at her. She nods. "Mm-hmm!"
Suddenly, I grab her roughly by the throat, pinning her to the bed and staring daggers straight into her eyes. "You get what you want because I GIVE you what you want. Do you understand me?" I ask, tightening my grip. She nods quietly. "Now... Say 'thank you'."
Frances lowers her eyes. "Thank you, sir," she whispers, her voice barely breaking through the pressure from my strong hand on her throat. I continue, never breaking my gaze as our intensity begins to rise. My frances knows me. She knows my signs, and she nods her encouragement as she can see my pleasure build towards its peak.
"You know where this is going, don't you?" I ask. She knows the answer. "You're gonna come all over my slut face?" I reward her with the sharp sting of my hand across her cheek, and she grits her teeth defiantly. "YEAH... You're gonna fucking come all over my fucking whore face, aren't you...?"
I nod, rising to my knees, and she scrambles into position, her eager little mouth open and waiting for me. I send my first shot sailing over her lips and cheek and into her hair. The next into her hungry mouth. Another across her forehead... And so on, and so on, until I collapse spent to the bed, frances' face well painted, my territory marked.
Now then... Who's in charge again?
-d.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
TMI Tuesday #226 - Deadly Sins Edition
1. LUST: Besides your current Significant Other who do you lust for or have you lusted for?
I guess that all depends on who you consider my 'current significant other' to be...
2. GLUTTONY: What food brings out your inner glutton?
Oh... Too many of them. Lol. Sushi. Anything Italian...
3. GREED: What are you greedy for?
My frances. Greedy to have her all to myself...
4. SLOTH: What is your plan for an ideal day of sloth?
Um... An ideal day of sloth doesn't NEED a plan.
5. WRATH: Describe a time that you let out a can of whoop ass on someone.
Um... Well, there's one a long ways back that I'm not proud of. But it's TMI Tuesday, so... *shrug* This girl Leslie, who I dated out of high school and into college, made this new friend after I'd gone off to college. Things went in inappropriate directions, and eventually she ended up sleeping with him. But this was before all that. I was at her house, and of course HE was there. And it ended up coming out in a roundabout way that he'd spent the previous night there. I was INFURIATED, and ended up dragging him from the house by the scruff of his shirt. Like I said. Not proud.
6. ENVY: Who or what do you envy? Why?
People with simple uncomplicated lives...
7. PRIDE: Have you ever had to swallow your pride? What are you proud of?
I have plenty to be proud of... But I definitely have to swallow my pride sometimes. Something I'm still kinda working on I guess. Which mostly comes down to letting things go and proving my point a little less. It's a work in progress, but aren't we all...
-d.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
TMI Tuesday #224 - Six Degrees Edition
1. What famous people share your birthday? Any the same year as well as day?
Giuseppe Verdi, Thelonious Monk, David Lee Roth, Brett Favre, Dale Earnhardt, Jr... And Mya on the same day and year.
2. Have you ever shared an address (before, during or after) with anyone famous?
The dorm that I lived in my Freshman year of college, I happen to know that Dan Marino also lived in during his time there. And once locked my uncle in a bathroom there. :-)
3. Who else has your name? (Google yourself and see who else shows up)
There's a kid who's a high school tennis player in Wisconsin. I really confused his cousin once. I tend to randomly friend people with my last name on Facebook (it's not a very common name), and it took his poor cousin a couple days and several exchanges of messages to realize that I wasn't him.
4. Test the Six Degrees theory. Do you know someone who might know someone who might know someone who might know someone who might know someone who knows President Obama? How about, say Dolly Parton?
Absolutely for President Obama. My dad knows (former Homeland Security director) Tom Ridge. Who, if he doesn't know the president personally, surely knows someone who does. Or alternatively, my... *counts* boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss is the Governor. Who surely knows him also.
And for Dolly Parton, I bet I can get there through my brother. Hmm... Let me figure how.
Ok. My brother knows producer/engineer Ken Scott, who knows Paul McCartney, who knows Elvis Costello, who knows Emmylou Harris, who knows Dolly Parton. There you go.
5. Try the sexual version. Have you had sex with someone who might have . . . anyone famous? (e.g. I slept with a woman who had slept with a Hollywood stuntman, who might have....)
Frances says: "you slept with me and i COULDA slept with the accordion player from gogol bordello, but i contented myself to make googly eyes at him. lol."
That's all I've got. :-)
-d.
Monday, February 1, 2010
A BDSM Quiz...
So, I don't recall exactly where she found it (baby...?), but frances sent me a link the other day to a little BDSM quiz that she'd found a link to on another blog. I took it too, of course, just to see how we compared. Our overall result was both the same. Which I don't think exactly surprised either of us. But there were some things further down the numbers which we thought were interesting. Overall, the result that we both got is this:
Daniel:
You Scored as Switch
You know what you want but it has nothing to do with your own role in the bedroom. You have the ability to be flexible in that area which can be useful for exploring you sexuality with your partner....which is absolutely right. One of our biggest things is that we both enjoy switching off and playing different roles as the occasion calls. More specifically, our numbers broke down like this...
Daniel:
| Switch | 100% |
| Experimental | 82% |
| Exhibitionist / Voyeur | 79% |
| Sadist | 75% |
| Bondage | 68% |
| Dominant | 61% |
| Submissive | 61% |
| Masochist | 57% |
| Degradation Lover | 32% |
| Vanilla | 18% |
| Switch | 86% |
| Exhibitionist / Voyeur | 75% |
| Submissive | 71% |
| Experimental | 68% |
| Sadist | 64% |
| Bondage | 61% |
| Dominant | 54% |
| Masochist | 50% |
| Degradation Lover | 50% |
| Vanilla | 14% |
One of the most interesting things to me was that my numbers for 'Dominant' and 'Submissive' were exactly the same, while Frances' were almost 20 points apart, with submissive on top. No pun intended. ;-) I think before we were together, we probably would've both thought of ourselves as mostly dominant. But together... We both certainly love to play both roles, but day to day, I tend to be the much more dominant one and frances the more submissive, and the numbers certainly bear that out. Just interesting to see how different relationships can put us in such different perspective.
So... If any of you take it, let us know how you do. We'd be interested to see what fun things YOU find.
-d.
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