This is my place

I come here to vent. To tell my side of the story; my truth. And the truth is, if you want to hear Henri’s side, you’re not going to. Before it has been typed and published here, he has heard it first. The things I need to tell him, I do. “I want more romance… […]

Try a little tenderness 

Most days, this is my inner-response when Henri pushes for sex. He insists, I resist. I give in every so often, just to release some steam from his pot. I have remained adamant that I will not enjoy myself unless he gives me something to enjoy. There was a time that the mere view of […]

They Don’t Know You

The memories, these feelings I can no longer abate As I jot these words down with a flourish of hate. People sing your praises, honesty far-flung You are selfish and borderline cruel; should I go on? Deceitful, you have twisted lies and lives To ensure that only your breed survives. Your love is a plague […]

Squishy Boobday

People do the oddest things when they are restless, alone or lost in thought. Some nibble on their fingernails, twirl their hair, doodle on a scrap of paper. I touch my boobs. They are really soft, and I’ll find myself idly petting them on top, the cleavage part occasionally exposed at the top of a v-neck […]

When good vibes collide

I haven’t met someone like you in what seems like a very long time. We followed each other on social media for almost two years, merely existing between posts and clicking ‘like’ under photos. I knew you were in my city; so close to me in fact we may have crossed paths many times and not have […]

A Different View

When life gives you a different view Take off your glasses (if you wear a pair). Squint your eyes until they water. Distort your vision and paint a portrait. Move your head, from left to right, Spin upside down, tilt your head Until it hurts. Put glasses on (if you don’t wear a pair) And […]

March 7, 2014 is Boobday!

Lace I am transparent and intricate. Follow the thin thread of my design. Can you see where I begin Or imagine where I end? Covered in petals, I grow in the dark. Etched under the needle of Fate, My beauty is finished. Classical and timeless, I am replicated, over and over. But someone always remembers […]

A Post Black Friday Reminder

Thanksgiving went very well. Henri, our son, and I spent it at the in-laws house with more family, great food, and desserts made by yours truly. I contributed two pumpkin pies, one flan (caramel custard in English), and another variant of a pie, a pear crostata, my crowning jewel (when I told Sir I would […]

TMI Tuesday: Taboo, Tickles, and Fantasy

From http://propertyofpotter.com : 1. What strange areas of your body are ticklish? The back of my knees! I don’t know why, but whenever Henri tickles me there, I go insane with the giggles. From https://scarletrosevixen.wordpress.com : 2. What is something you are interested in sexually, but only on a purely fantasy level? Something that you think about but could […]

Property

The feelings come in layers of immense waves. First comes the trigger. This time it was the air blowing from the fan. The coolness caressed my skin, and I was brought back to the hotel room, and the air conditioner, turned to its coldest setting. I lift my shirt so that my sleeping nipples could […]