I grew these tits, without my permission really. These days, I welcome them. I like touching them, and they comfort me as well as my spouse. When I hug a friend, maybe they comfort my friend also. My tits are warm, pretty, somewhat symmetrical, large, round, droopy, sensitive, and fine by me. Two burdens I
I went to my first bdsm sex party. I went there to learn, and I did learn–more than I expected, about myself and others. While I was there and for a day or so afterward, I felt very positive about the experience. I was elated. As the days pass, I feel less positive and less
“Thank you for that breast massage with your dick,” I said to my spouse. “Sure!” he said. We’d just shared delicious sex. I was lying in bed as he moved about the bedroom. “It felt good for my health,” I added. “So many ways to care for my health…” coconut oil My spouse is having
In which I realize my body is loyal, and I thank my body. I was crying with thwarted desire for a person who does not love me. Which crying time am I talking about? The night before they left town? A random morning when I felt lonely? The afternoon we had that positive interaction? positive
“I wanted to take care of some things, so I could then socialize with my clothes off,” my spouse said. “Wow, sounds fun,” I told my spouse. “I want to socialize with my clothes off too!” We laughed. Later he did take his clothes off. I did too, and we socialized very sweetly. cuddle I
I used to think of your room as a beautiful, almost magical place that smells so nice, and has those crystals by the door. Just passing by, I was blissed. The place where you rest, where you get vulnerable. Before you left for a trip, you would bring up that your room is available to
“Wow, I lost my voice, singing in the car. I didn’t think I was singing that loud,” I told my cherished housemate friend. My voice was raspy. We were at the dining room table, co-working, closer than we had been. “What were you singing?” they asked. I pondered that playlist. There were so many songs
I wanted you to fuck the safety into me. I wanted your hands on me for a much longer time. I wanted to matter to your body. I wanted your unique intelligence up in my unique intelligence. I wanted to see how being close to you would change me. I wanted someone to collaborate with
“I don’t want to be anyone’s girlfriend,” she said. That was disappointing to hear because I wanted to hold this dear friend, cuddle her, kiss her, possibly have sex with her, and be close to her in a significant way. I wanted to be sweetly interdependent for a long time. So I was like–oh well.