It’s humpday.

It’s a quiet day.

My life is so blissfully peaceful and slow these days.  My phone lays just like a lump of metal and glass and gadgets rather than a hyper doorbell.

I have nights alone with The Great British Baking Show and This is Us and I waffle between urges to try my hand at homemade croissants or curling up into the fetal position and crying because life is just that beautiful.

And I love it.  

Love it, love it, love it.  

I can’t believe I’m saying that, but its true.  I love the stillness and the quiet.

My own shock about it is rather deafening, really, and that’s the loudest thing in my life: the boom of my disbelief.  

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A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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3 thoughts on “It’s humpday.
  1. “I have nights alone with The Great British Baking Show .. and I waffle ..”

    Ha-haaa!! 😀
    That one tickled me; even if you hadn’t intended it to be funny. 😉
    The coincidentality (is that a word?!) of it was amusing. ((.. coincidence ..))

    And I LOVE the image you included with this post. 🙂
    Just a tease of glorious butt.
    x

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