Classic submissive seeks retired 'experienced' Dominate. We can't change our nature as we mature, but we can still be who we are.

Desires and Fantasies
Original and unrestored, handled and maintained in a safe, sane, consensual manner. Built in the Forties, still purrs, all parts original and in working order. Working on chaise may cause some leaks.

Was sex better when we were younger? What is it about looking back and remembering the best times we had, that makes us think wow 'would the stars align so that could that be again'?

I was 19 living with my husband, billeted just off post. We enjoyed what is now called 'the lifestyle' in our home (who knew back then we were part of a emerging trend). We did understand we couldn't live the Lifestyle when on post or at work but we lived it privately in our home, he made and gave me beautiful chokers as part of our engagement and wedding band promises. Every time someone commented on one of my chokers, I'd touched it, smile and say 'my husband loves to buy them for me and I enjoy the feel of it'. Every time I touched it I knew 'in this big wide world that would never understand me, I was something extra special to one human being, who always wanted to came home to me every night, who understood me'.

Every year on New Years eve we had a tradition we called 'calendar Fridays', Between Christmas and New Years he would put all of next years Friday dates in 12 separate piles. I would pick one paper from each, place it in an envelop and seal in the 12 dates undisclosed to either of us. New years day I would log those Fridays in my private journal (usually while the house was full of Marathon sports enthusiast). Those Fridays, marked nexrt year lifestyle only weekends.

I can still remember the feelings while waiting.... Head down....Kneeling.... Back straight.... my bottom facing the door, the top of the human triangle, ankles parted.......Hands behind my back.... Blind fold on....My collar tight, .... waiting......waiting to hear his voice greeting neighbors as he came home....Listening for the sound his boots as he walked up the stairs....feeling the cadence of his pace on the porch.... the gentle click of the latch on the screen door....hearing the turn of the knob....my body almost feeling the heat of his hand on the brass knob...the door opening.... the feel of the night air flowing in with him....then the sound of his sudden intake of breath, seeing me there, in respectful pose and realizing 'this is the Friday evening we both craved all month.'