The Blood is the Life

I haven’t written my blog in a week because I’ve been busy living it. My wife laid down the law when I tried to post after our first scene last week: “You can write about it, or you can do it. That’s your choice this weekend.” Naturally, I haven’t looked back.

It’s been a long weekend with a lot of experimentation. New things. Old things done in new ways. And…

Complete, absolute submission and ownership. For one, beautiful moment, I felt myself disappear and her control become absolute. For five or ten minutes, it was perfection.

(If you have problems with blood, skip this post. For the rest of you, more after the jump.)