



Last night, in between being cunt and ass-fucked into oblivion and before being filled with cum, I asked my husband to write something on my body so I would remember in the morning. He asked what, I said anything that feels true. When he told me what he wrote, I came soooo hard because some relationship dynamics you don't choose, they just are. I feel nothing but love in being owned. Sometimes kink is about power or pain, and sometimes it is vocabulary for a level of intimacy that feels otherwise indescribable.