I've been in a relationship with Sparky for almost 8 years, celebrating our anniversary on 11-10-23. I grew up in a very, vanilla, household. I won't say I was sexually repressed, but my upbringing beat down sexual acts outside of the traditional. Sex was to be strictly behind closed doors, taboo to discuss.

I grew up thinking fetisbes and kinks were immoral. I was told anal was disgusting and dirty. That monogamous relationships were the only acceptable relationship to entertain vanilla sex in. That if I let my forbidden desires out, no REAL MAN would ever want me.

Then, Sparky came into my life. He verbalized his desire for more. Not just missionary, or maybe some doggy. He opened me up to taking nude pictures and videos. He encouraged me to express my forbidden desires. When I first started dating him, I thought oral was disgusting!

We hit a point where my sex drive was nonexistent. A combination of stress, undiagnosed medical issues, early onset menopause due to an emergency hysterectomy, and a rapid onset of severe depression hit hard. Sparky endured months of zero physical intimacy. Still he was supportive, loving, my rock. I hit a point where I told him to go find the physical he was lacking with other women. That was 2 years ago. He didn't. He refused. He knew that our relationship wasn't in a solid position, and that had he gone out and fucked another woman, even though I given him the permission, it would have ruined us. I kept pushing him away, and actually ended our relationship right as he was buying a new house. What was his reaction? I love you babe, and I'll be here waiting on you. I swear, Sparky is a damned SAINT! One month, that's all it took, was one month, of being alone, well, not alone because we have kids (one together and one each from previous relationships). He was cordial, supportive, we swapped kids week on and week off. Then one Friday when it was his day to start the week with them, I asked if I could bring them to his house. That day, something snapped me back to reality. I asked to stay for dinner, and he must have known inside that I was realizing my mistake. He had already bough groceries to make my favorite meal, his homemade Chicken Alfredo. I ended up staying the night, and the gentleman he is, let me have the bed and he put an air mattress in his bonus apartment... The kids were in bed, we chatted, and he left to go sleep in the apartment, after hugging me, kissing my cheek, and telling me how he missed us.

I tried to go to sleep. I just couldn't. I knew it, I knew the moment I pulled in to his new house. It was everything we had talked about. His eyes, every time he looked at me, were bright, loving, supportive, and filled with the hope we would again be together. I crept to the apartment, and asked him to please come sleep in his bed. I made it to the room first, and got naked, under the covers. He came in and stripped to a pair of basketball shorts (he ALWAYS sleeps naked), and got in bed. He rolled toward me, and I kissed him. I felt his body stiffen at first, then, tremble, as he slid closer, against me, pulling my body tightly against his. That night, we made love, passionate, slow, loving. Then we fucked, hard, fierce, an burst of sexual energy I didn't know I held inside anymore. Over and over. We hardly slept. Between our passionate sessions, we talked. I tried to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but he would tell me shhh, it's OK. You're here, come live at OUR HOME. I started moving in that week, in the middle of the craziest snow storms we've had in a long time. We even got snowed in for a week!

Finally I caved to Sparky, and actually pushed for medical support. I say support, because my PCM at the time pushed all the symptoms onto effects of my hysterectomy. I sought a second opinion and was diagnosed, and treated for something entirely different.

Fast forward several years of Sparky's patience, support, and encouragement. Oh, and never griping about him going down on me until he was dripping my nectar, and NEVER having the favor returned... We have been back together here at our forever home for 9 months. I have NEVER been happier, more at piece, or more open about my sexuality.

Here I am! I love to let myself be free. I love sucking his cock, having him take my ads. Sex in public. Flashing. Sharing pictures and videos of myself, and us. I still want Sparky to be with another woman, but it's changed. I want a woman to join us. I want to be there and watch Sparky pleasing and being pleased by, another woman. I've even decided to agree to a MFM threesome (he has been trying to encourage this for quite some time). I started an OF, finally seeing the beauty in myself, that Sparky has seen since our first date.

I'm his submissive, bratty, dirty slut, and I LOVE EVERY MOMEMT OF IT. I am his, and he is mine. I love when he is going to play with another woman, be it solo, or with another couple, even if I can't be there to watch. I love when he comes home afterwards. I'm waiting in bed, watching porn, playing with myself. I always hope he comes home with video of it, so I can watch as I ride his cock. It's such an amazing turn on being able to reclaim what is MINE. If no video, he will tell me every detail, as I start worshipping his beautiful pierced cock, tasting another woman on him.... My orgasms are so much more intense on these nights, or mornings, usually I squirter with little effort on Sparkys part.

My journey has just begun, and I look forward to what else Sparky opens up for me....