One Lucky Woman #WickedWednesday

It’s no big secret that John Brownstone and I spread our cute lovey-dovey stuff all over the internet. We tweet each other while in the same room. We post sexy and/or cutesy pictures. Fuck, sometimes we’re so cute, we make ourselves say, “Awwww.”

For anyone who’s not in the mood when they come across our level 100 cuteness, I’m sure we’re tiresome. Ah well, can’t make everyone happy.

So for all our madly-in-love-refuse-to-hide-it sugary sweetness, it might seem like overkill to say that I feel like an extremely lucky woman every single day. Yes, even on my bad days when my brain goes haywire and attempts to convince me of the worst things. Knowing how good I’ve got it can make me feel guilty because there’s always a part of my mind wondering how I could dare to feel anxious or depressed when life isn’t so bad. Gotta love hate a brain that lies to you.

Anyway…I am, lucky, that is.

We’ve started a new chapter of domestic life. I work more than full-time (thanks to all my side projects), and he works from home part-time. Which means that he cooks, cleans, and does laundry. I wish I could tell you I feel guilty over it (like I thought I would). Actually, I feel nothing but relief. I pretended to be extremely domestic for many years because it had to get done. But it wasn’t something I wanted to do. I’m happy to jump up and help and tend to offer more than I need to (like when I should be working), but that’s about it.

But it’s more than that.

As I sit here typing this post, John Brownstone is sitting in a waiting room while my aunt has eye surgery. We thought I would be able to go with her, but I had too much work. So he offered to go instead. But we all made the trip to my aunt and uncle’s house to be here since my uncle couldn’t get off work.

He’ll be chomping at the bit to get home tonight, but I know we’ll probably stay for dinner. He knows how much I love spending time with my family.

Being a good partner (and a good Dominant) is, to me, about taking care of the other person. As his submissive, much of what I do is (try) to take care of him. It works in reverse, too. Of course, kinky or vanilla, strong relationships work when both people take care of the other. But you don’t always hear much about what a Dominant does to take care of their partner outside of fulfilling their sexual or submissive needs.

He cooks and cleans so I can focus on working giving me space to build my business.

He drives more than two hours to help my family.

He tries to pull me out of funks and then gives me space when it’s something more than a mood swing. (And, unnecessarily, apologizes when he reads the situation wrong.)

Yes, he spanks my ass, fingers my cunt, and tells me no just to watch me squirm. He also encourages me when I wonder if I can finish an article, start a project, or do whatever the thing is that I want to do today.

So yeah, as sickeningly sweet and cute as we are, I know I’m a damn lucky woman, submissive, and babygirl.

Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! This week’s prompt/theme is shopping. I’m too caught up in the things John Brownstone does for me, big and small. But if you’re looking for actual smut, you know where to go. Fun fact – I’m choosing the top three Wicked Wednesday posts this week! How cool is that?!