growing up

Today I bought a little black mackintosh coat and a pair of very, very red and flimsy knickers. Perhaps i might wear them together, just them. When i first met my husband i used to collect him up from train station wearing nothing but my underwear and a long, purple floor-length wool coat.

Tonight that man is driving my children to see their grandparents. I am torn between enjoying the soporific silence of the empty nest or finishing the ironing.

Did i mention the date site? So far i haven't been told to 'kneel, puppy', chastised for being too particular in my desires, or called a fake .. such a difference from a BDSM site. Everyone has been charming and friendly, and no-one has asked me whether i am shaved, or what style of butt plug i prefer (it has only been 7 days, after all).