It’s been several months now since I’ve posted with any regularity. It’s been almost that long since I’ve responded to email and even longer since I’ve read any of my friends’ blogs.
I’ve been in the desert.
I don’t like the desert. Not at all.
So, I’m making the time to write here. When I can, I’ll email. I need to do something because writing is and always has been one of the ways I sort out my feelings.
Why is it when we are stressed to the max we ignore so many of the things that feel good and de-stress us? I tell myself I don’t have the time, but the truth is if I relaxed some, I would most likely would have more time in my day – I’d be less disorganized and probably less tired.
I especially wonder why the sex drive diminishes for so many when we’re stressed, especially when we *know* how much happier and relaxed we are when there is an abundance of intimacy and physical contact. I’m sure it’s some bio-chemical thing, but why don’t we strive a bit harder to fight it? When I was younger I thought a diminished sex drive was impossible, but at 47, it happens from time to time. Oh I still have the desire ;) Just not as much as I once did. I believe I need a bit of subtle coaxing ;) Perhaps that doesn’t sound like something a submissive should do, but hey – if I need it then he’s serving me in precisely the right way.
Hmm – I can easily imagine him naked in my kitchen, washing the dishes and moving his behind in time with some sexy music. That’s coaxing, but he’s not putting any pressure on me. He’s just… available. And enticing… and so sexy… and wait – did I say my sex drive was a wee bit diminished?
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The nice thing about deserts is that when it finally rains they burst forth in spectacular blooms.
Arafin
With that little round about tease, I think she is alive and planning her next rodeo ;)
Glad that you have found your way out of the desert or an oasis to refresh yourself. =)