Thank you for the sweet encouragement on my last post. Here is a boob pic, the least I could do…
Strength. New life. New hopes. New dreams. New fears. New failures.
Still got these…
I am beautiful, even with my unbrushed hair and dark circles from staying up all night with my sick babe. I am sexy, with my big natural breasts, my wild hair, my curves, my waiting mouth. I give the best blowjobs, I’m told, maybe it’s what my hands do while my mouth works the shaft. I am fun to be around, not just because of the great blowjobs, but because I know a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff; I like to talk, but I’m a good listener too. Just reminding myself: I’m sexy, I’m beautiful, I’m worthy of other people’s time and energy…
Fappy Valentine’s Day
Love to all you
Hoping you have someone to snuggle today and tonight
Even a kitty or puppy
Or a squishy pillow
To those who have recently stopped seeing a lover, my heart and hugs and love goes to you, Valentine’s Day can suck. Buy yourself flowers and candy and don’t give any fucks about it. It’s just a day, a day of pressure to show or be shown love. Love is all around you.
(Apparently I can’t publish pics from my phone, sorry about that)
Part of the reason I went dark on the blog is that I believe my parents are reading and it makes me totally uncomfortable! I may be wrong, which makes me seem a little nuts, and when I posted about it before I didn’t get the sense it stopped them from reading. My mom has the fucking WP app on her tablet! Why?
I thought we had a somewhat close relationship growing up, but time and time again it felt like they became invasive on my privacy. It is a struggle because I, at times, envy the girls that seem really close to their parents and don’t need such separation. But talking about sex? I just can’t.
So my family wants to know more about me? I can either choose to let them in, keep blogging, and face the fact that they might not like what they see; or, I can stop blogging, and not talk about things we do. Further, I could just stop doing the things I think they would disapprove of, which means there isn’t much to blog about.
Since my husband gets a choice too, we aren’t going to stop.
And since I don’t think exploring with other people is all that bad, I’m going to keep blogging about it. But we are being really careful; this area is experiencing a bit of an outbreak of something nasty. Hell NO! This past year we have only been with two other partners, and one of them was just once. James has been there, though sporadically, for a whole year now, but it has been almost 4 months since we’ve seen him.
I miss him but I’m almost over it. Like I said before I need more more more.
But my honey did get me a Magic Wand (and a very big dildo). So now I’m back to
cumming smiling all the time. Sure lifts the mood. I went a very long time without an orgasm (like a big clitoral one, not a g-spot one) and it was really not good for anyone. My energy dwindled, my creativity was non-existent, and I just felt so hagly. Sure it seems like an exaggeration but it is true.
I’m almost at the point where I want to take a boob selfie again. Almost…
So until next time. Tight Big Booby Hugs
I can’t promise that posting will become a regular thing, but I have more of an urge to write than I did a month ago. And WAY more than the month before that. And now I’m not too shy to have this sex blog public (or I should say I’m not too shy to have the sex bucket list getting views).
As the wonderful blogger Marian assured me, we all have seasons. I’ve gone through a dark and dreary one but my spring is almost here. Forgive me for leaving? Please?