When I saw this weeks prompt was playful, I knew I had some self-examination to do. Over the last seven years, my partner and I have been a lot of things: kinky, filthy, perverted, loving, supportive, fun, adventurous, experimental, but I don’t think either of us would say we were playful. Not really. We are couch co-op gaming evangelists, playing games together often, and the occasional teasing of a spanking as a punishment but aside from that I couldn’t think of any other ways we were playful.
Looking at recent photos, however, paints a different picture. Everyone’s playful looks differently, doesn’t it? I think I have always looked at playful like silly. We aren’t silly people. That is something we appreciated about the other when we first met. We aren’t practical jokers, and we don’t dig at each other for a laugh. But, isn’t playing in pudding, dressing up in wigs and fetish heels, wearing a unicorn horn and tail, rocking crooked bunny ears and a fuzzy white tail playful?
It was fun. I remember swishing my unicorn tail back and forth, of course it was meant to be sexy and to turn him on, but that was a playful action-shimmying my bum at him. Wagging my tail. That is playful, isn’t it? Giggling as I stepped into a cold, smooshy pie, seems pretty playful in retrospect.
I started to feel a little guilty about it today, that I had never appreciated the playfulness in our relationship and sexy life. Until I realized that the tails, the masks, the ears, and the food play are all fairly new. As my confidence grows, our sex life becomes more and more adventurous and fun. I love the thought of dressing up like a sexy little bunny, then getting bent over and fucked. Without even realizing it, we have added this element of playful that had never been there before.
I can’t imagine not playing in pudding, or wearing my unicorn tail attached to my sexy princess plug, now. It feels like we have leveled up and it is fucking fabulous.