So after a Teen free week, life is back to normal.

Back to grabbing a robe before I get up to make coffee.  Back to tucking the princess satchel back into my room rather than leaving it out.  Back to not forgetting to put the toys away when I’m done with them.  And back to no sex on the living room floor whenever we want.

It’s not all bad, though. I missed that damned kid! He walked in the door and I swear he looked taller.  And now it’s also back to me NOT having to do the dishes.  Hehe.

The worst thing is we had a week alone and never once pulled out the video camera! I’m just no good at this “making a living selling porn” thing.

Then again, we just don’t play all that often these days.  Not in a hardcore, serious way, anyhow.  Not in a film worthy way, most times.  Everything we do is just…  normal.  A bit of spanking, a bit of rough sex, a bit of titty slapping or cracks to the face…

But mostly we’re just in a holding pattern of normality.

And I’m okay with that.

Sometimes the masochist in me sulks a bit but, truth be told, nine times out of ten when he DOES get to whacking me around I realize my masochist isn’t the badass she used to be, either.

We even talked about it the other day.   It’s (It being this whole thing, our relationship, this “lifestyle”) never been about the kink for either of us.  The basics of what we both need are being covered just by exisiting the way we do.  Power and surrender to that power are the real needs for both of us.

Kinky displays of it are nice and fun and orgasm inducing but not necessary.

And, I guess, after what’s now more than seven years together we both realize thing’ll come around eventually.

I’ve said it before and it’s still true – it’s all a big circle of ebb and flow.  What gets lost is always found and what’s found always gets lost for awhile.

The cool thing is…

Right now I really am, for probably the first time, totally okay with that.  Calm about it. Not at all angsting or feeling unloved or un-needed just cuz he’s not pulling out the big, scary whips every week or cuz my ass doesn’t look tenderized every Sunday.

Of course…

We also have a play party coming up this weekend so I know I”ll get a little summin’ summin’. :P

The worst thing about not doing all that much S&m type stuff lately is the lack of tangible displays of power.

I don’t seem to “need” them like I once did but I sure do like them.  Lol.

Hmmm…

Something to yap with Taylor about when we cuddle up for bed tonight.

How to maintain tangible displays of power when neither of us are in a “playing” sort of mood for awhile and neither of us are all that fond of ritual crap.

And now I’m off to write out a shopping list.  My babbling here is complete. :P