Friday, August 9th, is Boobday!

I continue to have my psychic tantrum on a rather large scale, but seem to be fooling everyone that I’m perfectly normal. I guess that’s good?

I’ve been sad about Peter and The Golfer. Sad about Peter because that was a relationship I counted on. Sad about TG for reasons less obvious to me. But I haven’t reached out to him like I said I would and that seems like progress, but the silence is deafening.

And I had a totally crappy first date last night with a man who brayed when he laughed and liked to jam his finger right in my face for emphasis. He also like to use that finger to poke me on occasion. I was looking for cameras because surely I was being Punk’d.

I pulled a “Chandler Bing” at the end of the night and suggested we meet again, though I have no intentions of doing so. I just don’t know how to dismount a bad date…

Anyway, the image I chose this week couldn’t be more fitting: dark and blurry. Like my heart right now.

Love you all and miss you! I’m following your lives as closely as I can am giving all the virtual hugs.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)

Tell me why you chose the photo you sent.

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

It fits.

NOT my tits:

This is a beautiful LaPerla bra that I enjoy wearing under a Coldwater Creek sheer teal blouse.

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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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One thought on “Friday, August 9th, is Boobday!
  1. ‘Finger Poking’, God I hate that. I don’t think that those who ‘poke’ can quit. I don’t think that they see it and it is ingrained as much as any bad habit. You have my condolences.

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