Before I had a blog I had a diary. It started when I was 9, and I kept it up over the years. I haven't been writing in it much lately, but for a long time it was a regular thing for me record important events or random thoughts and feelings there. A lot of it concerned dogs. Mentions of our sex life or anything intimate were few and far between, but there were some.
Lately, Master and I had been having intermittant discussions on whether or not we had sex on our wedding night. This would usually be prompted by a question on Fetlife like, "Did you do it or no, too tired?"
The old people part is that not only can I not remember our wedding night, but I can't even remember which side of the discussion I had take usually taken. I only know that one of us was always saying "Yes, we did have sex on our wedding night," and the other was always saying "No, we were just too tired". Not only that, but my Master doesn't remember which side he was on either!
Enter the diary, teller of truths and rememberer of details.
Last night Master was looking for something in particular in my diaries, an episode when he had rather brutally taken me from behind while I was crying and feeling powerless and then I had called him a sex beast. That was before we were married. He found it eventually; it happened in 1991.
While he was looking for that he found my description of our wedding. Not only had I copied down our whole set of vows and the service into the diary (I forgot how much religion was in there!), but there was definite proof that we DID have sex on our wedding night.
So now we don't have to wonder any more.
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