This is plans for a banishment ritual. I loved some men, over the years. Devotion is a skill. I gave a lot, sometimes more than was best for me. Takes a while to learn the sweet spot. I have social differences, pertaining to autism. And I lacked healthy relationship role models as a kid and
“Will you hold this?” I asked my spouse. I was sitting on the bed wearing a black, lace-edged tank top, holding my right breast. I moved toward him and let him reach into my shirt and hold my breast for me. “Ah, thank you,” I said. “Thank you for helping me carry my burden.” I
I never told you what happened when the man I loved touched my back for twenty minutes, in the bed where two nights before, he had used me for my body, hurting me in a deeply harmful way. What happened was a spiritual journey I’d not planned or bought a ticket for. It was quite
The breast play hour was amazing. I made this art of the menu. Yes, it was overwhelming pleasure, to feel that much breast sensation, so constantly for more than an hour. I learned a lot, and it was healing. how it happened I was naked and clean and lay back in the bed. The light
“There’s something I’d like sexually,” I told my spouse, thinking of breast play. We were lying in bed, doing post-lunch, cuddly and close. “Can I tell you about it?” “Yes, please,” my spouse said. “Well I was thinking maybe tomorrow… If you would touch, lick, suck on, and play with my breasts. Breast play for
“I’m doing something I don’t like that I’m doing,” I told my spouse. I’d emerged from the bedroom and was in the kitchen, washing my hands. “Ok,” he said. “Can I tell you about it?” I asked. “Yeah. Please do,” he said. breast opinions “Well, remember when I told you long time ago, I think
I wish to go with you to a nature place–the beach, a forest, the desert here. I’d pray to Mother Earth silently, or out loud if you didn’t mind, and say thank you. I’d thank her for nourishing you to life and helping you be a person all these years. Gladly, I’d thank Mother Earth
Lately I’ve had trouble trusting my body, which causes me anxiety. Anxiety is so much work. I’d love to free up energy by finding ways to know and love myself, and to believe I’m ok and will live a long life. I woke up in the night to pee, and as I was lying in
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
the second time I was invited to bed with you, beautiful sacred man I believed was God visiting to bless my body, I would have touched your hips, peeling down the band of your chonies to know the bony articulating handholds and memorize them. I would have sniffed your chest and pet slower the brown