New tradition here at my place...cause it's my place and I can do what I want. Walk on the Wild Side Wednesdays. I think that everyone needs to Feed their Wild Side. You know what I am talking about, that little creature that we all have. The whimsical inner beast, villain, rapscallion, devil, evildoer, ruffian, miscreant, monster, varlet, harlot, scamp, scoundrel, transgressor, coquette, siren, temptress, pimp, wench. You can pick your name, and name your beast, but we all have one. I say whimsical because there is always a bit of the illogical, the quixotic, the impulsiveness to our untamed wild hearts.
Alrighty then, let your hair down, kick your boots off, or don't, if want to don those high heeled platform, thigh high stripper boots, by all means, zip those bitches up! Unleash your inner freak id, box up that Superego for a bit, and let's throw caution to the wind and allow the pleasure sensors just a bit of tickling!
Everybody in? Good, you bunch of heathens!
Walk on the Wild Side Installment Numero Uno
My husband and I have the best relationship I could ever ask for, and we love each other, and only each other. That being said, I am probably more open to "trying shit out" than many of my friends and peers.
Case in Point: Our First Wedding Anniversary
I planned a very nice dinner. All quiet, romantic. We went to dinner at the restaurant we went to on our honeymoon. It was sweet, special, all the things that the wifey poo is usually so fond of on an anniversary date. We canoodled all through dinner, loving glances, swooning, the hubs bought me an anniversary ring to match my engagement ring and wedding band, princess cut, three stones(I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I will love you tomorrow) symbolizing past, present and future. It was lovely.
***ENTER MY VIXEN ALTER EGO STAGE LEFT***
We got in the car and I took the hubby to our next destination. It was a secret. I had anticipation all night, all through dinner, I was so excited, I was going to be the coolest wife in the history of the world! I took my husband to a STRIP Club. That's right, we went to a Gentlemen's Club, actually, we went to a couple. We had the best time. I am not uncomfortable with sexuality, not mine and certainly not others. I enjoyed watching the hubby get all excited when the strippers came to our table and made goo-goo eyes at me. I know that is male fantasy: El Classico We played it up for him. It worked! Yeah! Go me!
We ended the night alone, together, having hot, dirty, hot, dirty, hot, hot, sex!
So, the moral of the story here folks, is the secret to a happy marriage is hot dirty sex. I kid, I kid. Sort of. Seriously, we keep the fires burning. We make sure to feed each others inner beast. Fantasies, role playing, whatever is your poison. In order to have a healthy anything, it needs nourishment!
So from now on, when you come by on Wednesday, it's skinny dipping in the tank with me! Sustenance for Your Mistress or Vixen aka Lady Love.
Keep it saucy! If it ain't got spice, don't leave it here.
That is all for now my sweets, leave me some love!
