Every once in awhile, after - you know - he will look at me and tell me how happy he is that i'm "His kinky girl."
It makes me feel a little weird, it's not at all the same as being "His girl" - partly it's the words, suddenly Superfreak is playing in my head....
Partly it's because i think i'm the lucky one: he jumped in and ran with it when i brought him some shocking and sordid fantasies after years of very plain vanilla. I was sure i was risking his respect and his love and our marriage revealing myself at the time. Instead he was willing to change and explore and find a new side of himself. I'm so grateful for that.
He has a less dramatic take on it - "You mean I get to fuck you in whichever hole, however, where ever, and when ever i want...? Yes - you're right, you are so lucky I agreed to that"