It’s been quite some time now , years , perhaps a decade but the memory of her , riding the climatic aftershocks as I wanted more , the essence of her is still vivid in my mind , my longing still remains , a reminder of things lost

It’s a state of mind that creates an atmosphere of well being and contentment and that commitment can possibly lead to…… cumming hard That’s my 2 cents

Making sure you have milk money for your snack , stuff like that ? 😂

until im filled to the brim. and just one more soft touch will cause me to spill over the edge and make a mess all over the place.*

by making sure to use free and clear detergent for my skin, and making sure i have a new toothbrush when it’s time to change, and calling to check in me, and making sure I take a snack when i leave, and being there when im going through it, and treating me like im important. holla if it’s all the little things that get you wet and keep you wet. ✌️

You’re quite welcome !

it’s not what you do 15 min before you’re ready to bust your nut. it’s how you treated me last week. and all day yesterday. and this morning. holla if foreplay is a 24/7 activity that doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual in nature but results in me cumming hard af.

@Josey WalesI know it’s true but it’s nice to hear someone else say so. thanx ✨

What other way is there for a person to just let go if they don’t feel safe and secure ? I think it’s perfectly normal for you to feel the way you do , for many it’s easier to give than receive until trust comes into the picture

A familiar sentiment that allures the mind of a Dominant

Words like little seeds of thought , words to seduce , captivate the heart , to bring forth the use of the word Daddy in a little’s mind A sentence then many turns into paragraphs of possible chemistry between them often resulting in orgasmic pleasure Daddy always mindful of her free will

don’t tell me to call you daddy. act in a way that inspires me to do so. and make me cum really hard a whole bunch of times.

Very hot

my grass needs mowing my weeds need pulling and I watch the clouds float by

empty grocery sacks and the wrappers from peanut butter cheese crackers

I. Love. This. Gave me a good chuckle but it's very true *chef's kiss*

This is perfect exactly what I've been looking for 😆

Huzzah

@PrincessMuhree If I wanted to post about positive journalism or things I journal about, can I do that? Hey there! 🌟 I'm HopeMuffin, and I'm so excited to be here! I joined this wonderful community to share my unique perspective on life through the power of the written word. Writing brings me so much joy, and journaling, in particular, is my favorite! It’s like a refreshing cleanse for my mind—transforming all my thoughts and ideas, both positive and negative, into something tangible on paper. It feels a little silly, but I think of my journal as a cozy home for my brain! 🤪 I can’t wait to explore everyone’s diverse writing styles and dive into some amazing stories. Let’s spread the joy of writing together! 🙉✨

can’t keep my mind out of the gutter. my body is in a perpetual state of physiological arousal. my nipples are hard and sensitive. my pussy is sopping wet. my deepest desire is for you to touch me. to make me feel pleasure beyond my control. but first i need you to penetrate my mind. and caress my soul. i need you to make my fantasy a reality.

im not good at it. i always want to entertain everyone else as a defense mechanism. it’s a way for me to control the situation. my body won’t allow me to relax enough to enjoy pleasure that is completely centered around me. i need someone who makes me feel very safe and secure to inspire me to let them take the wheel.

Skin hungers for skin Goosebumps born of eager touch Breath and desire builds

soft touches from my benevolent groomer in fantasy dream land ⛅️

Her voice was strained Barely above a whisper Her eyes, a bottomless pit filled with emotions The voices grow louder They drown out her logic Every word, every whisper Replays in her head She is haunted by the comments The hurtful words and the dirty looks Her thoughts collide with one another One action leading to another She takes a deep breath and tells herself ‘I deserve it’ Before her head collides with the wall Again and again and again Sharp pains shoot through her skull ‘I deserve it’ She whispers again Before she picked up the shiny item And began drawing on her skin Straight and precisely drawn The lines looked almost perfect Her skin, littered with scars All hidden beneath the bracelets that never leaves her wrist Concealed away from prying eyes. Crimson red, stains the cold white tiles Tears flow down her golden brown cheeks A sigh of relief escapes her lips As she turns her mental pain physical.

If were to tell her ‘I wish you never returned’ It would be considered heartless of me But why should I suffer for the pleasure of another Why should I toss and turn? Have sleepless nights With a heavy burden to carry and a broken heart to heal.? At times, when I can bear the pain no more I turn to my pillow and let it all out The pain, tears and frustration Comes flooding all at once. If I were to say ‘I wish to live no more’ I would be called selfish and maybe suicidal But how do I bear the pain The sorrow that lives in my chest The lump in my throat and the tears that peek from the corner of my eyes. How do I live on? When she is the root of my pain A weed in my garden The beautiful garden of my mind.