Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Really late last night

Let me say first, that I am a comfortable temperature. Trust me, that is a huge thing. Even more so as I am cramped in an airplane with almost no air circulation. One son is passed out next to me sideways in his seat. And the baby is a gelatinous mass on my mother-in-law’s chest. I wish I could sleep on planes. I don’t know how people do it. Good meds I guess. The noise is deafening, so no sleep for me.

I am very happy that my MIL came on this lovely vacation with me. The idea of traveling alone with one kid, much less two is horrific. I only lost my temper with the three year old once. I was proud of myself. After fifteen hours, two airports (one being Atlanta), and more suitcases than two grown women can carry, I would have snapped at a passing nun.
Two and a bit hours to go. Hoping everyone stays asleep until our final descent, but I am not a betting person.


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