Talk about breaking into a restaurant just to have sex on their tables — shit my husband and I do.
I’ve come to realize I’m a bit of a masochist. Not that I want hot candle wax to be dripped on my tits or someone to whip me until I bleed, but I like pain. I like how it makes me blur the lines between bad and good. It confuses my senses in a delightfully erotic way. :)
That’s always what I meant.
tendingmysecretgarden said: Jessica … First off, thank you for being the strong military wife that you are. I've been there, done that and know what you're going through. I stumbled across your blog by accident and I have to say, you are an amazing person and your husband is a *VERY* lucky man. I have full faith that he *will* come home safe -- if I had a woman of your caliber waiting for me, I would fight heaven and hell to get home to her. Your husband sounds as if he could kick the devil in the ass .