I’ve seen a facial expression of a mammal who had a litter and is nursing numerous baby animals. Mostly a mama cat, lying on her side, with countless kittens climbing on her and going for the milk. She gave birth to them a few days ago. She’s lying there as they knead her, find a
“God, your ass is beautiful,” I told my spouse. We had just had sex, then cuddled for a long time. It was time to get up and pee, and I admired my spouse’s gorgeous naked behind. Like art–so curvy and luscious, glowing in pale blue from the fairy lights above. “Is you ass always going
How many difficult things can you do in a day? I like to do only one per day. Then I can think about it, learn my lessons, roll it over in my mind, tell friends what I did and get their support and feedback. Possibly recover so I can do more difficult things, other days.
“I want to wrap this around my dick,” my spouse said, touching the fat pad of my vulva, just above my slit. We were lying in bed together, post-cuddle. I laughed. “What do you think it is? Some kind of dick cloak, a jacket, or a hotdog bun?” I asked. Then we were both laughing–I
I was looking through my magic bag–I took out all of the materials. Two rings are sewed in. There’s a special smooth rock I love with inclusions, a small rock from the grave place of my ancestors, two other small significant rocks pertaining to my mom and the health of my blood. Sadly I looked
There’s one word– jealousy–but it can feel very different for me, like there should be multiple words. sad, scared jealousy Sad, scared jealousy makes me want comfort. It makes me want a hug, and to be told I’m loved and special. Rationally I know I’m probably ok, but my body is having a hard time
“Look at my socks, and then how my shirt matches my socks. What do you think?” He looked at my socks, and I felt appreciated. “It’s great,” my spouse said. “Do you want to mate with me now?” I asked. “Have I proven I’m good enough for you?” “Yes,” my spouse said. “Yay!” I said,
I was in a bathroom, going pee, looking down at my underwear. They are probably my favorite–purple–and they have some holes. I suddenly realized: wow, these things are beat. Very used purple underwear. They’re faded in the part where a little pee gets on them, pee-bleached. I’m guessing it’s been ten years, I’ve been wearing
“Can you turn here and drive back toward that gas station?” I asked my spouse. He turned right and did as I asked. “I saw someone homeless who looked like ______,” I said. “That person?” my spouse asked, pointing to a stranger. “No, that person,” I said. Same tall, thin frame, pale skin, long blond
There’s “slut” in the current one-phrase description of this blog. I’m a shimmering disabled oxytocin slut, luminous and kind. Lately I’ve been thinking about what a slut is. When the man I loved came here to visit me, he used me, and I’m still recovering. He had sexual contact with me, gave me zero aftercare,