Those of you who have been reading this blog since its conception way back in 2005 will be acquainted with the fact that Alex and I like a bit of BDSM. Not the hardcore, welts on the cheeks of the ass type play but a little sensory interaction.
One toy we haven’t tested over the years is the Pinwheel. And that is quite simply because it doesn’t really appeal to either of us as a toy we would enjoy using on each other. The very idea of someone sticking needles in to the tenderest white flesh on our bodies just doesn’t get our juices flowing.
But, never say never because there is one thing which remains constant in a sexual relationship. The fact that nothing stays the same, as our love develops over the years so do our needs. ;0
Furthermore, I was assured that Pinwheel play wasn’t for me in quite an unusual way. Let me tell you how…
…Most of you will know this already but we lost our cat last June shortly after returning from the holiday of a lifetime in Canada.
Just a couple of days after having to make that terrible decision to put him out of his misery we decided to take a trip to the RSPCA cat shelter and check out the kittens. Previously we have adopted cats from there, the black & white mature ones people don’t seem to want to adopt.
Having lost my father the previous Autumn and then the cat we just felt that it was time to have a little “new life” in the family and decided to adopt a kitten.
So we did…and little Jasper came home with us when he reached the grand old age of 12 weeks. It was hard selecting him from a large litter and with his mum in the room next door.
After a few days of feeling at odds with the world he settled in to his new home which had been made escape proof as he couldn’t venture out of the house until he was 6 months old. Hence Alex and I had a very, very hot indoors Summer with just one window which Alex had created an insertable grid for available for fresh air.
It was a very long Summer indeed.
A few weeks in to the new kitten’s stay with us he started to slip under the duvet with us for a cuddle. I guessed he was missing the comfort of his fellow kittens or even his mum. The late was confirmed when one morning I became aware of him nuzzling his head under the duvet between us. Once settled with his head under my armpit and my hand resting on his chest he started to do the strangest thing.
Well, it was to me never having experienced a kitten in the house before. He started to push his feet in to my armpit and simultaneously push his claws in to my skin. OUCH! This did not feel good but and I was on the verge of ousting him from under the duvet but I heard the most delightful sound…his deep throated purring.
This kitteh was content. How could I stop him from feeling that way?
The simple answer is I couldn’t.
And now I have this behaviour most mornings around 5am. It’s like someone running a Pinwheel up and down my armpit, it’s really not enjoyable in any way but I endure it just because I love the very bones of that kitteh. J
What do you endure purely because you love your pet?