I’m listening.

I see the way, the obvious choice, I cannot ignore it.

I listen to his words, keenly and intently, like my wings are pinned to a wax board.

I believe him when he shows in a dozen different selfish, crushing ways that he cannot show up for me – even a little, even for a moment – to prolong the magic of our meeting.

I know he’s spent what little energy he has on me already and now it’s gone. Poof. Down a vodka on the rocks and the 18th hole.

You know what’s also gone? My lady boner. She has died – may she rest in peace. It was fun while it lasted, but I need a break and my wings need repair.

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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 “I’m listening.
  1. Your lady boner entirely? Or just for this guy?

    I found when I had my awakening about why I’m such a horndog, decided to live more honestly which meant getting divorced and (after getting a whole lot of sex out of my system) found a more grown up relationship sans the wounds of the past, sex has changed entirely. Feels like next level stuff. The urges don’t go away entirely (I still read your blog regularly but more out of hope that you find satisfaction than anything else) but the activity is so different.

    I wish you the best…you deserve it.

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