The Kink That Isn't Shared

So here's the thing, been married for over six years to my wife, who I adore. We've been pretty open about sex and kinks but there’s one that I’ve never brought up because I just knew it would be a dealbreaker for her. You know what they say, if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best, right? Anyway, long story short: leather and handcuffs are not a part of our routine. She’s okay with them in the movies, but that's it. For me though, it’s like a whole different world opens up. When I wear leather or put on cuffs while we're getting ready for bed, it’s like all my fantasies come to life. It started a few months back when she surprised me with this amazing set of black leather gloves and they just...did something to me. It's hard to explain but it felt empowering, even if I never showed them to her afterward. Just kept them in the drawer. A week ago, I had another impulse, went out and bought a pair of leather chaps and some ankle cuffs too. Never told her about it because...you know how it goes. When you have a kink like that but can't share it with your partner, it just sits there like this unspoken ghost in the room. I guess I wanted to write this down more for myself than anyone else, just acknowledging that there's something I’m holding back from her because of fear and self-doubt. But here’s the thing, if I can’t even share these thoughts with someone anonymously, then maybe...maybe it really is just me.