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Heavenly Redemption

The veil of sadness has lifted and the sails of happy are back at full mast. Now that the blood of life is seeping out of my body releasing toxic energy in her wake, the world is bright once more.

After dinner last night a realization about pleasure hit me like a ton of bricks. I was cooking our food, fully enjoying the moment, dancing to the music and tasting the dishes as they simmered. All of the boys were at martial arts class, including my husband, and I looked forward to their return so we could all eat and I could hear all about it. As soon as they came through the door, though, my mood shifted and I instantly felt annoyed.

As Alone as Lonely Can Be

Yesterday felt like a blur, like I was carrying around a heavy block of ice. My body was weak and my emotions were numb. Depressed may be what some people call it. I tried to do my best with it since it was Mardi Gras Day after all.

My husband came home at some point during the day and flashed a shy smile my way. I could tell he didn’t have the energy to fight with me. I think he blew me a side ways kiss too, testing the waters. I snickered. A part of me wanted him to jump me, pound me, make me surrender to his power, and beg for my love. But that wasn’t the part of me who responded.

Whatever, I said without words tossing my head the other way.

Just Ignore Me

We’re not talking right now, and I’m afraid it went from bad to worse. The last time our marriage felt this bad, I started this blog. I can’t start another one. We didn’t have sex yesterday either.. the number of sexless days is shamelessly growing. We’re up to 8 now.

I cried my eyes swollen last night, a feat I’ve never accomplished before. Today I’m using ice bags in an attempt to bring them back down to normal.

Yesterday was the parade we ride in every year with our family. Although we already had the float, we hadn’t yet decorated it and still needed to get more beads. Our costumes needed to be decided and purchased too. For a family, this generally takes weeks, months even. It was shaping up to be a shitty last minute effort, and I wasn’t interested in propping up the mediocrity all by myself.

I’m all alone, again.

A Well-Fucked Woman

We missed our sex yesterday. Fuck, that makes 7 times in 2019. I don’t like starting a month from behind already. But we missed because he fell asleep and was nearly impossible to stir to life. Believe me, I took off his pants and tried. It’s a funny thing about a fat cat. My husband […]

Juicy Loosy Whore

Yesterday I did research.

Am I the only woman who thinks my clit is evil? Surely other ladies have come to this conclusion too. And surely those ladies (or gentlemen) will have some wisdom to share. But how exactly do you ask Google for this information? I tried a variety of options.

Stop touching clit. Minimize clit stimulation. Clit is bad.

Hell if I know how the people in this new community refer to their well hidden discovery! Perhaps there’s some popular hashtag only those in the know know to use? This is all new to me.

No, No, No More

He came in me not once but twice last night, and I was a ravage beast, fucking him like a whore in heat and begging for more, more more. The back massage worked and what I ended up with when we were laying down in bed was my old husband again, the horny one dying for pussy.

“I haven’t orgasmed in 36 hours,” he said wanting me to feel sorry for him.

“I haven’t orgasmed since Friday or Saturday or… I forget now,” I tease back, “It’s just been so fucking long.”