For those of you come part-way through the tale, let me tell you about Dionysos. He was part of this story right from the very beginning, as together we discovered what kink was – he from the top and myself from the bottom.
Over the years, we experimented with rope and chains and orgasm denial and pegs and flogging – all sorts of wicked and wonderful things. With him we learned swiftly that I adored having photographs taken from every conceivable angle … and somehow that it was extra funny when ducks were involved.
Our relationship went through changes – I met my beloved Apollo thanks to him, and he was (albeit half an hour late) one of four people we invited to our civil union. Polyamory worked reasonably well for us (he was a wickedly wonderful partner for a few people), however I knew from the start that I was not ‘the one’ for him, and that he was looking for something – someone – else.
A few years ago, he found her. For the second time, we went back to being (such a challenging phrase) just friends.
But yesterday I danced with him at his wedding. He looked glorious. She looked delightful. Together they looked so very happy.
So, my beloved Dionysos – for you will always be beloved. My part in your life will now always be just friends, and that is as it should be. But I am glad to know you still peer into my life, through this window. I am glad you still remember the marvellous experimentations we had. I hope those learnings stand you in very good stead as you start the voyage of married life!
And here: some photos for remembrance. Photos you took, of me, as we played and loved together.
I took some pretty awesome photos at the reception too – but those will have to wait…