My spouse read that last post about how I was hurt by a friend who we loved. “Do you ever see his news?” I asked. “No,” my spouse said. “Maybe would you look him up?” I asked. “I’m just curious if he’s alive.” “Ok, I can do that.” “Would you look up my ex-husband also?”
“That new oatmilk I bought is terrible,” my spouse said. “Why? What’s wrong with it?” I asked. “I had some–I thought it was fine oatmilk!” “It’s way too thick and chunky.” “Oh! I like it! I guess…because I’m used to swallowing thick and chunky fluids!” We laughed. We were in the bedroom, and he was
I love this image. Maybe it’s supposed to be funny, a depiction of a switch: I am Buddha with upraised mudra hand to spank–I am the naked lady on his lap, ass already pink from impact, ready to receive the next blow. BDSM as religion. Valid! But something more, with the sacred Buddha. The image
We did the breast worshiping ritual. Wow, I was right–it was messy. It was also amazing, and didn’t go quite as planned. The biggest surprise is how horny we got. Something about having the objects there, reading the words at the beginning, the depth of it. The safety of the container? My spouse was 100%
My spouse went to read yesterday’s post with the meme of the ’90s kid about to instant message your girl, and he was confused. Gender trouble! “Is that you?” he asked. “No!” I said. “I didn’t make that meme!” “Oh, ok,” he said. “Wasn’t sure.” “I didn’t look like a boy that much!” I said.
Oh yeah, I’ve been virtual for a long time. Hmm, I go back–way back. Yes, 300 baud modem for a Commodore 64. It was old even then. Yes, I can sing a digital handshake. Pweeeeeee, pwuuuuu! Pweee! Buhrong, buhrong. Zzzzzzz. Wow, this is pretty amazing. first husband The first time I ever made out with
A sex blogger instagram acquaintance of mine has a new book coming out, 101 Kinky Things Even You Can Do. Here is a link to find it. https://www.powells.com/book/101-kinky-things-even-you-can-do-9781913947217 This instagram pic made me smile and think. Cute good girl tattoos, and cool placement! And the underwear with donuts–how appealing. And the beautiful ass, and luscious
This meme is playful, the reasons to be poly, and this brain ranking. It’s not to be taken seriously–the point is the D&D joke at the end. But I saw my reasons are not on there. My main reason to have open relationship is resilience through diversity. It’s a permaculture concept. I wish for a
Nurturing from cis-men can feel so rare–we’re beaming with joy, that a cis-man did something kind. I’ve been in the situation of my head hitting a wall during sex, and advocating for myself, or someone else advocating for me. A few times, I was not able to say “stop” to move the pillow in place.
I came to bed to wake him up. Sweetly, I cuddled on his back, my breasts naked against his naked back. “Hey, sweetie,” I said. “Ow ow ow ow ow!” he said. “Leg cramp?” I asked. He couldn’t really talk yet. His face was contorted with pain. He grabbed at his left calf. “Let’s get