Being alone again.

A lot.  All the time.  Barring my small herd of animals that depend on me for all their worldly needs.  And my child.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever have a partner again.  It seems virtually impossible; I feel like I’m so – I don’t know – far away.  Like on another planet.

I won’t go into it now, I’m still chewing on it.

 

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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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