Okay, folks. Have been a lurker for awhile, but I'm feeling the need to chime in on a subject. I have recently posted a blog which talks a little bit about my dilemma. But, to outline it in a nutshell:
I was trained, old-guard for many years by my late Papa. He died after a hernia operation. At that point, I swore that I would never be another man's boy again. I grew into the world of Dom-ing and I was very happy there.
After a period of time, I moved out of the leather life completely. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I recently took a trip to LA to meet up with a man for the weekend. He brought the boy right back out in me and it was completely natural. I'm not ashamed of it, but I believe that he is the only person who could have done that for me.
Now, I'm sitting back home in Montana and finding that I am craving a St. Andrew's cross, a flogger or single-tail, a good cry and aftercare. I'm just a little bit confused and not sure how it all happened. Suggestions and advice?