i have an almost gay like obsessesion with turning 50. not since my 21st, has my birthday been so important to me. 50 is a year away and i have a year long plan in motion to make sure i slide into 50 as gracefully as possible; fully clothed and in my almost right mind. not in my craziest, leather drenched daydream... did i contemplate seeing 50, until a year ago.
yet i still feel like a girl.
so much has changed in the last 2 years and i have a much clearer understanding of myself now, than i did in the socially distorted years of prodomination. i wouldnt trade that time for anything and i will always be a domme but, the fat lady has sung. (be warned shes still in the building)
