Chasing Me Chasing You

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

The Plan

We aren’t in all the snow. It’s windy, but that’s about it. We actually aren’t supposed to see a flake all weekend. But you wouldn’t know that by our snowed-in plan. We are hitting up the grocery this morning for a few junk food staples and then we are hunkering down for the next few days. Watching the NFC and AFC championships and staying warm. It’s the perfect weekend as far as I’m concerned.

Don’t get me wrong, there is still laundry to do. The kids will need to be fed and all that. We are even going to attempt to start packing some boxes and sorting through the attic. So we will certainly earn our junk food and football after all of that.

I would love to say that part of the plan is sex. It is and it isn’t. We want to find time to connect. A good quickie here, maybe a more involved chance there. Trying to limit my expectations. My arm is still healing, so it can be distracting when it’s bumped or pulled during an intimate moment.

After my all orgasm day on Wednesday we both have been tired. And I am continuing to find how my body reacts to orgasm withdrawal. So far my research has not been that positive. I just really takes a dive with the oxytocin drop.

Research continues.


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