Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Love is not a bathtub

12th of November 2014, Saint and I had one year anniversary. We've been playing for a year. It's the longest relationship I've had to a submissive ever, my previous ones ended after 8-11 months. And this is showing no sign of ending anytime soon. One of the reasons this has lasted so long is because he's more than just my submissive. We are friends, lovers, confidants, and yes in a weird way almost boyfriend / girlfriend. Kind of. And I love him.

I sleep with him most nights, he takes care of me when I'm sick and comforts me when I'm sad. And yes, he let's me hit him, hurt him, tease him, tie him down, fuck him and enjoy him. BDSM is alway a part of what we do and who we are.

You might be wondering about T. And yes, we're still married, we still love each other and want to spend our lives together. That hasn't changed, and hopefully it never will. :)

T has a girl as well. She's his lover, and kind of his girlfriend. They love each other. I really like her, and can clearly see that she's good for him. Unfortunately, she lives on the other side of the country, so they don't see each other as often as they would like.

So there's T and I, T and his girlfriend and me and my boyfriend. And we're happy. Society is telling us that this shouldn't work, that someone should be jealous or someone should be leaving one parter over the other. But as far as I can tell, in our case society is wrong. We are making this work. It might not work forever, but it's working now. And it's been working like this for about a year. Despite what society tells us, we're happy like this.

Love is not a bath tub. One doesn't have to leave to make room for another. There is always enough room, enough love.

Though time certainly isn't as infinite, there are always priorities to make about when we hang out with whom. The schedules have become rather complicated and there's never enough time or energy to do all that we want to do. But there's always love.

Love is not like a pie, hand out a few slices and you're done. Love is like pi, irrational and never ending.