Last night, Mr. S said that he thinks he might like breath play (FYI he doesn't think, he knows) and wondered if I would like it too. A couple times he has held is hand over my face so I couldn't breathe, it was fast but, to be honest, it was... disconcerting- I think that might be the whole point, is it not? For the most part I am willing to do it and maybe, even, like it, a little. There is another part that is agreeing to this because I don't want to tell him no (I worry that it would set
Having said that, why is it so easy to say yes to sexual stuff (not that everything would be easy to say yes to) but yet it is so hard to make sure all the clothes are turned right side out before they are put in the washer or have dinner planned more than an hour before I'm supposed to start on it (okay, okay, it's a good day if I have it figured out 30 min before I start). What can I say, I'm no Susie homemaker but I can make a gosh darn good apple pie, does that make up for it?
I'm sure that if Mr. S was punishing me I wouldn't be able to sit down right now, so maybe it's a good thing that we are not there yet... and that I'm making an apple pie today.