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Played with rope for the first time last night! And loved it! The feel of his hands all over me gently placing and lining the rope followed by the sudden jerk and sting of the rope being tightened. Sometimes the rub and pull in my pussy was Almost too much but the wetness made it better.
It's a work in progress and I cannot wait
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How the fuck do you love someone so much? I know lately I have only blogged the negative thoughts in my head but I just thought I would put it out there that even though we, I guess really it's only me have dark times. My thigh tickler is my rock. 💋 It's like heart burn haha usually whatever you ate was so good but...
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the situation.
I was all for it, I still am. I cannot help how I feel though. I have
a hard time knowing that there is so much being shared and I know
nothing about it. I know I choose to stay on the outside. I tried
before to be involved...
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Here I am ready for bed but I feel the need to write out some stuff first. This site has kind of become my safe place. I tried to journal but that got scary, I went too deep and brought up more than I should. I brought things that I worked so hard to keep down. This is safer because others will read it.
Recently...
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Ok, so this is my morning. I am walking up the steps with kid in the football hold,diaper bag, giant coffee and un-sweet tea (I am thirsty) the garbage truck goes by the kid wants to see. We turn and BAM! He pulls down my shirt to try and lift himself up!! I have no free hands to correct the issue!! You are welcome gentleman...
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Have you ever just realised it was time to let things go? Not people but things. What good is it for a person to fulfill a request if it's something you are forcing them to do? With children you have to do this because you are forming them this is how they learn boundaries and what's acceptable and not. But as adults in our friendships...
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This is something someone special used to say to me. She heard it from her boyfriend at the time. It's something the three of us eventually said to each other. Sometimes I miss those summer days and nights.The three of us no care about anything. So much has changed I hardly talk to them or about them anymore. Everyonce in awhile I go back though....
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