To say that this past year has been challenging would be a massive fucking understatement. On a personal level I’ve had to deal with severe depression, anxiety, transphobic abuse across the sex blogging community, struggles with PTSD over past family trauma, a toxic living situation that put me in major emotional distress for months, unemployment, financial stress, coping with emotional abuse from a metamour, and ultimately, struggling through a pretty devastating personal loss that I’m still actively grieving and coming to terms with.
And all of that is on top of there being an active fucking pandemic that has cut me off from all of my usual social supports, friends, lovers, community, and the spaces I typically liked to recharge myself in.
But through all of that I have been incredibly fortunate to have my kitten there supporting me every step of the way. They’ve listened to me, held me while I’ve cried, and eventually helped me escape an incredibly unhealthy environment that was having some pretty detrimental effects on both my mental and physical health. Yet despite all of the hard shit going on around us we’ve still managed to grow as queerplatonic partners and develop a deeply caring and fulfilling relationship together that I’m so, so very grateful for. In all honesty, our bond has been tremendously important to me and I feel so fortunate to have them in my life as my partner, friend, and lover!
They’re also my kitten and over the past 12-months we’ve worked to develop a really fucking awesome dynamic together with me helping them fulfill their submissive, kinky needs as their Master, and them helping me realize a whole pile of hot, new (for me) fetishes from breeding and foot worship to pet play and eating ass.
Last month we celebrated our 1-year anniversary together by renting our favorite mansion getaway spot for a night! We enjoyed some naked swimming, drank a few bottles of our favorite wines, ate a bunch of snacks, I fucked them a few times in a sex swing for the first time ever, and then we curled up in the master bedroom by a roaring fire to cuddle each other to sleep. It was honestly one of the best nights I’ve had in a while. And the memory of pulling off their panties, throwing them to the ground behind me and then taking them deeper than I’ve ever been able to before, thanks to that swing, is one I won’t soon be forgetting!
While the world can feel really fucking overwhelming sometimes, and life can sometimes bring heartbreak and loss, I certainly feel much stronger and more capable of keeping on knowing that I have such amazing partners in my life who have my back and want to grow with me.
I love you, kitten. Here’s to all the exciting years still ahead!
Read more about my relationship with kitten in these posts: