Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Have you ever noticed how…

Taking a shower is just like masturbation:

Rye stepping into the shower.

  1. You always want to stay longer, but then your fingers get pruny. There is just never enough time and the pruny thing can be difficult to explain at work.
  2. There are all sorts of bottles of lotions and liquids to make it more fun. Cause you’re worth it!
  3. It’s fun with a friend. Or more 🙂
  4. It’s best with the lights on, feeling warm and comfortable (this may just be me). As an exhibitionist, I do love a good show.
  5. Touching yourself all over is optimal. And fun.
  6. A child walking in ruins the whole thing. Trust me, personal experience.
  7. Toys can be fun. Come on, you all have a rubber ducky, right?
  8. Hair can sometimes make the whole process take longer. And sometimes that’s a good thing.
  9. You can never spend as much time doing it as you want. I mean, sometimes my kids just won’t accept cereal for dinner.
  10. To feel refreshed, it’s best if done every day. A good mood and smelling clean are necessary for being the best you.

 

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Bruise Confusion

A bruise on Rye's arm.

When you get turned on looking at a bruise that you think was from a love bite the night before…

Until you realize that the bruise is actually from then you accidentally pinched your arm in one of the file cabinets at the office the day before.

Sometimes being a masochist is rough.

Weight Loss is Expensive

I have taken to eating a granola bar for lunch. It does an okay job filling me up and keeps my calorie count low. But, don’t mistake me, the word satisfying cannot be applied here.

When I was in my twenties (I write that like it was eons rather than a little over a year ago) I lived by a motto. ‘Life is too short to not eat mayonnaise’. This applied to so many cream based sauces and condiments. Hollandaise, ranch dressing, alfredo sauce, salad cream. All beautiful with the right entree or snack.

The only problem with this motto, however, is of course, I got fat. And, now that my life goals involve lots of sex and nude photos of myself on the internet, I’ve been forced to reevaluate my position.

But at what cost?

So I told Sir to appreciate all this weight I’m losing. I’ve given up so much.

*slow tear shot of a dad driving away at the end of the movie where you know he’s not coming back from the vet with the golden retriever.*