It’s taken me this long to post because I had to take my FebPhotoFest pics. I’m not sure if I’ll use any but the one I’ll post today, but it was a fun couple of hours rolling around my couch and bed, I can say that much.
And Sandy is back!!
I’ll leave it at that. I have my first date with the “not liberal Liberal” sub tonight. I’m nervous and not all that excited. I think my heart has officially turned to ash.
My blog ate a post! I did the last leg of the Smut Relay last Friday and DomSigns and I looked for it everywhere, but to no avail. I’ve actually been writing, just not for public consumption, apparently!
I’ve also been beyond exhausted this week. Work is kicking my ass and I’m recovering from my weekend in the Pacific Northwest with my framily. Happy, sad, a couple of subs… That’s right: a couple of subs. My Irishman has some company, a man my age from my hometown of San Francisco who may move here soon and who will be in London nearly the exact same dates as me! Seriously. WTF??
He’ll be here next Friday first, though, and we’ll have our first date. If things go well, we may meet up while in England. A coupla Yanks touring the “motherland” lol. I’ll keep you posted! [Insert hands up emoji here]
In any case, I’m around, just discombobulated as usual. Big surprise, I know.
I say it every Friday, but I really mean it this one: holyfuckwhathappenedtotheweek.
I haven’t caught my breath for a second and tomorrow Pey and I leave town visit framily in the Pacific Northwest for the long weekend here in the States. I’m just beside myself and behind on sooo many important things (wifey, I implore you: don’t divorce me!). But I’m also happy and still and busy and feeling all sorts of things I don’t have the time to get into right now.
But I’m still chatting with My Irishman and a new possibly local man has popped up (wha-?), as well, and I’m feeling my usual hopefulness mixed in with my general loneliness and sadness. In other words: same ol’, same ol’.
It’s just me solo this week. I snapped the pic from this very spot where I’m typing this and I love that you can see my nipples so clearly. Rolls and all.
I wrote my submission for the Eroticon anthology on the 2nd and though no one has seen it, it felt like I wrote – I mean, I did it’s just that y’all didn’t get to see it. And if isn’t accepted I’ll post it here and have a bit of a freebie post.
My week has been childless and quiet. No dates – I’m on a Man Cleanse for January which I’ll write about more another day – and I’m mostly on a booze cleanse too (only socially, not alone — although I did drink wine at home tonight on my own and enjoyed every second of it. In other words, I’ve been spending a lot of time just being with myself and laying really low.
Full disclosure: I am chatting a little with some fellas here an there – My Irishman and a couple of old friends – but any time I meet a new man online and he asks me out I say, “Sorry, I’m not free until February.”
My phone is quiet, my mind is quiet, my vag is very very quiet. Good times, y’all.
I chose this pic this week because despite being at my heaviest ever and without any lover in my life I still feel beautiful and sex. It wasn’t always like that. I used to feel lost in a black void when I wasn’t getting fucked. I feel like I’ve rounded some kind of self-esteem corner. It’s rather nice.
1) either submit a pic to me via email (email@example.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!
NOT my tits:
I have become a larger woman as I have aged, yet would not want the smaller breasts I had when younger. My boyfriend enjoys buying me very sexy bras and my wearing them under a very sheer blouse/top when we go out. He wants the world to see my breasts and I am unashamed and proud to do so. Breasts are a beautiful body part to be celebrated.
My little Boobday break did me good. It was nice to not worry about it over the insane holidays. I felt more worn down after Christmas than I do after a week of work! I’ve gotta figure that out…
Anyway, I’m back at it and I didn’t even let you guys know. I’m posting Sandy’s 12/14 Boobday pic (thanks, Sandy!).
I’m ready for 2019 (even though I’m not a fan of the number itself – I’m weird about prime numbers) and looking forward to an exciting and better year all around.
I picked this photo of me because that morning I was struck by how damn soft I felt. I know I feel myself every day, but that morning it caught my attention and I imagined how I must feel to someone else. Soft, warm, squishy.
Here’s to being back on track with Boobday!! See y’all next week!!
This week has been pretty great. I’ve got Peyton back with me, I’m only talking to 2 men, both submissive (Mr. Sassypants from my earlier post this week and a delectable grown up Irishman who lives across the Pond), and my pain has diminished significantly thanks to lots of walking. Yay!
I’m also super pumped about my Dating Like it’s 1995 project. Y’all are pretty funny in the comments, by the way lol. This is gonna be fun and impossible and hilarious and a true challenge. I can’t wait!
This week it’s like Christmas came early because I’ve got Lola (and HH’s) Boobday submission from last week, as well as Sandy’s (so we’ve got a double dose!), so we’ve got a little extra lusciousness going on. Thanks, ladies!
It was Thanksgiving in the US yesterday and it’s become the time of year when reflection is served along side the turkey.
I’m currently sitting on a couch about 3 hours from home with dogs strewn everywhere, at my hip, my feet and on the other couch. Peyton and my friend of 20+ years are watching some college football game and idly chatting. I’m fighting extreme fatigue – turkey overdose, bad sleep, and too much wine the past two nights. I can’t decide whether or not to stay overnight again or just jump back on the road.
I’m feeling pretty grateful for my life right now. Despite my ever present back pain, I believe I’m relatively healthy *knock on wood* and I am feeling less and less lonely as the weeks and months go by. The Neighbor’s return into my life has fortified the growth I’ve experienced in the year that he was away. I feel 10 feet tall and unstoppable and suddenly more hopeful than ever for the coming days. I overwhelming feel like I got this.
Anyway, sorry for the late posting, all my beautiful friends in the UK and Europe. I nearly forgot all about it so I’m feeling pretty good that there’s a post at all!
To my fellow Americans, I hope you had a beautiful day with the people you love the most yesterday!
Late start to a lazy Friday. I’m still processing The Neighbor being in my life again, angry every time I take the dog out to shit. Seriously.
And if you don’t know why I’m upset, then I suggest just digging into all the posts about him. That is if you have a week of your life you want to lose lol. I’ve done my best to impart my feelings and provide links for the backstory, but I know that some of you are new here.
But I’m ok. I’ll be ok. Fuck it.
Although, I could do without him running around my dreams the past week. That shit sucks.
This week’s pic of me I chose because I look so damn juicy. My attitude about my body has changed drastically in the last several months and I feel so powerful, strong, and sexy. It’s a great place to be.
Sandy gave me an update and she’s doing great. I also asked if her surgery was a full hysterectomy since I couldn’t remember.
“Was only ovaries and tubes. There was extensive scar tissue which was unexpected so recovery has been slow. Only in the past 2 weeks has that road burn feeling started to subside. Still don’t have clearance to get back to my normal routine but I’ve been working one on one with one of my CrossFit coaches to work around my limitations.
I’m not going to decide on the breast stuff until some time next year. I’ll go through a few rounds of mammos and MRIs and see if anything shows up to cause concern. There’s so much controversy surrounding implants that I want to research it further. I’ve heard using your own body fat is a possible option.
If anyone is interested, prior to surgery I started BioTE hormone replacement (pellet insertion) and I have not suffered any menopausal symptoms. My sex life has been great too. (I’m actually sitting at the Dr now waiting for my quarterly insertion).”
Today has been a day to process the new shift in my world and I’m fucking exhausted. I haven’t cried that hard in therapy probably since the initial breakup forever ago, and I have a ways to go still before this is completely organized in me. I feel so powerless and unsafe.
I have a short term plan – sort of, mostly, kind of – and already had a long term one before this hit me in the face: I’d decided to leave this apartment a year from now to move closer to Peyton’s school. So one year is all I have to endure of this. I can do that.
I hope everyone has a fantastic Friday and thank you for all your support, love and feedback. I am forever grateful for all of it.
It’s sweater weather here! Oh thank god because I can’t stand oppressive heat and humidity. I got my DNA tested via 23 and Me recently and I am 99.9% European. 63.1% British and Irish, 16.9% French and German with some Netherlands thrown in, 2.2% Scandinavian and just a dash of Balkan (.5%).
I have a completely unscientific theory that it speaks for my love of colder climates, but honestly, too much of anything isn’t all that fun so that may also explain my longing for grey skies and scarves.
So, happy Boobday from my Fall to yours! And to to those of you Down Under, happy Spring!