[Sex & Kink] Domesticity Makes Me Horny


Kink, Kink of the Week, Life, Relationships, Sex / Sunday, April 12th, 2020

When I saw the Kink of the Week topic was Domestic Service, Slaves and Maids my thought process went a little like this … ‘oh shame, not my kink, but damn I do like the fact Mr F does the dishes without being asked and I do love watching him do the gardening and …’ it was then that I realised that this may not be a kink in the strictest sense of the words, but my god does that man push my sex buttons with his approach to doing things around the house. 

I have never been in a relationship where the other person was either domesticated or in a position to help me in my house. My ex-husband, God love him, was and still is the kind of fella that likes to be looked after. The problem being is that left to my own devices I will look after people above and beyond what is good for me or the relationship. 

This is a large part of why I figured I’d probably never live with anyone again. While I do love doing household things for someone, cooking, cleaning, laundry etc I know I wouldn’t be happy being the person to exclusively do those things. Even cooking which I absolutely adore doing for someone I am fond of, but when I am the only cook it does eventually wear thin. So the joy I felt was intense when Mr F cooked for me, even though he isn’t that confident in the kitchen. 

Mr F and I are on lockdown at my house. Makes the most sense because I have a cat, so she needs me home and I have a garden so we have outdoor access. Coming into my house I think it would have been easy for him to leave the domestics to me and had he done so, I doubt I would have questioned it. I would have just done the lions share and that would have been that. What he actually did though was get stuck in and take it upon himself to do the dishes, cook some dinners and best of all sort out my horror show of a garden. 

On the list of reasons why I freakin’ adore this guy, his approach to my garden is right up there. Not because he’s doing it, though I am so grateful to him that he is, but his attitude to doing it. He volunteered to sort it out for me because I’m not green-fingered and my hayfever makes even mowing the lawn a total nightmare. Touching plants and greenery is just a pathway to misery for me. When he offered I said he was more than welcome to tackle it and in return, he can plant whatever he likes. I was however prepared for this all to be too good to be true. 

What I am used to is someone else’s good deed of helping me out somehow leading to feelings of guilt and discomfort for me. My Dad usually does my lawn mowing and he can’t do it without needing my assistance in some way, which sort of defeats the purpose of him doing it and he will moan about everything from how long the grass is to how hot it is and I always, without fail feel terrible for needing his help. Yet he regularly says he’s happy to do it and on the odd occasion I’ve battled through and done it myself says I’m daft and should have just waited for him. 

So imagine how refreshing it was for me when Mr F just started pulling things up and had no issues with me getting on with other things while he did so. His poor hands were attacked by a ridiculously thorny bush and even then he barely grumbled and when I got him some fancy gloves delivered to help him along he was so excited that he could do the job better that my heart just whizzed around in my chest from how bloody cute he is. 

When I explained this to him, that it was super sexy and ridiculously endearing that he does household things without being asked, without making me feel shit about it and without seeming to need some sort of medal for doing so he seemed a little taken aback. Then said from his point of view he has to do those things for himself at home anyway and as for things like the gardening he figures he should just do it because he wants to and let me get on with the things I want to. I’ve got to admit I like his way of thinking. 

In a strange twist of fate, the age gap Mr F and I have (7/8 years) is the same as the one my Mum had with my step-dad and I always remember her telling me that she always felt like she needed to mother him and be ‘the grown-up’ or nothing would get done. I wonder if perhaps that is the common assumption of how things might be when the age difference results in older woman, younger man. For me though, it’s taken a younger man to show me a whole range of things that men my age or older absolutely did not. It’s almost as if age really is just a number, despite the fact many of us get quite hung up on it. 

That said does it totally arouse me to have a man who hasn’t even made it to thirty yet doing my washing up and using his youthful energy to dig up my garden? Hell yeah, I’m totally aroused by the fact he younger than me, yet totally capable of taking care of me. Not that I need to be taken care of, but I have spent so long denying that it would be nice if someone could just once in a while take care of me, that embracing the moments he can and does, is totally a turn on. 

My libido is definitely higher with Mr F than it ever has been before and I think that is for a number of reasons but his level of domesticity is definitely one of them and it makes me want to spend forever fucking him because he did the dishes and quite frankly who doesn’t win with that deal! 

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