relationships
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Loving Him Means Loving Them
What a fascinating day! Funiculosus had asked for a day in Southsea with him and his…
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The Safest Word We Have
A couple of days ago I exchanged a series of WhatsApp messages with my husband. He…
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Rooted in Kink, Cemented in Life
My Rope Master, Funiculosus, had a driving accident earlier in the week that has left his…
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I Cannot Be His Only Light
The day before counselling, my husband and I went out for a drive and dinner in…
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Fantasy, Reality, and the Honour of Trust
After being tied and tormented twice in the most delicious ways, Funiculosus and I went out…
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Soul Wars – Episode 5: Autism, Attachment, and the Nervous System
Ambiguity Isn’t Romantic – It’s Noise For me, ambiguity isn’t “space”, it’s unresolved input. My brain…
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Yes, So What?
Sessions always start with a recap from me of the fortnight proceeding. From that there’s usually…
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Just a Nice Evening
It had been a busy day. A 5k run, then a call to my old dad,…
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Rope, Trust, and Lunch
As I got out of the car, Funiculosus was as the door waiting. I ran towards…
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When the Garden Starts to Smell Like Defeat
Drains. Not good news. The chaps came today in the pouring rain, dug a hole, removed…
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Grief Doesn’t Check Relationship Status
After the relaxing and fun time with Funiculosus, I spent the evening wit my husband. I’d…
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A Quiet Kind of Kink
My Rope Master, Funiculosus, had an unexpected break in his calendar, so drove down to see…
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Soul Wars – Episode 4: The Men Who Drain Me
The Hot–Cold Problem Some people “blow hot and cold” as mum would have said. They can…
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First Counselling of 2026: Ambush vs Agreement
I didn’t think we’d be looking at the timeline today – there was quite a bit…
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Safety in Danger
After the previous night’s fun with the tongue bite and the endless bleeding, I was shattered…