Rather Not I dislike eating. If I never had to eat again, but could still live, of course, then I would be one happy woman. Every meal is something of a struggle. I eat three times a day, I never miss a meal, but I don’t think it’s pleasant. It …
Keep it Simple In our house, my husband is the one who says ‘I love you,’ sometimes up to ten times a day. I only get so far as ‘love you too,’ in response. Please don’t come home with flowers, since that’s only going to pose a danger to my …
Proud I’m not easily satisfied with what I do, but there are some instances that I’m proud of in my life. They all deal with hard work, so not things that happened to me or that I was given. They weren’t instances of luck, neither were they instances of love. …
Recipes – Food Matters Regrets When I was a teenager, I showed no interest in doing household chores. Nothing, zilch, nada. I didn’t help cleaning, my room was a mess, and the laundry was not for me. I never contributed to cooking. I have few regrets in life, but this …
Roasted Flavoured Peanuts When I first saw this prompt, I thought about my snacking habits. Simply put: I snack too much. Too many crisps and peanuts and chocolate and cookies. Last year, in the winter of 2018/2019, I was addicted to peanuts, the flavoured ones from Lidl. I gained so …
Never the Twain Shall Meet I’m a private person. Unfortunately, life has taught me that it is dangerous to be open and welcoming to the world. Time and time again, I’ve been betrayed by those closest to me. This has led me, and my husband, to be very private. Our …
Content Warning: This story contains themes of dubious consent and unsafe sex. No characters were harmed during the recording of this tale. Babette squealed as she read the mail. It had finally happened, the day had come! She was chosen as a servant to King Quatrecents. She had known there …
Content Warning: This post deals with subjects of (fictional) sexual abuse and exploitation Tell me About…Objectification Four years ago, my husband and I were in contact with a male submissive, the one who ghosted me as described here. He told us numerous times his biggest fetish was objectification. So, in …
Friends were my theme of 2019. I joined the BDSM community, and I discovered why I hadn’t been able to make friends for over twenty years: kink. I had several best friends during my high school years, but we connected over different things than sexuality. We had a similar lifestyle, …
In previous posts, I have written about my experience with SAD, like here. I even wrote a battle plan. And you know, I thought I was doing pretty well. I was taking my vitamin pills, going out with friends, attending munches and peer ropes. I did everything I had planned …
