I’m not a Threat (2)

Continued from I’m not a Threat (1) It’s ‘new year’s eve’ for me, the evening before my birthday. The closer my birthday came, the more emotional I got. Master T went outside frequently to smoke and there was a moment where he and this man were outside together. When they came back in, Master T ... continue reading

#30DayOrgasmFun Second Week

We are halfway through the challenge of #30DayOrgasmFun and I have promised myself to post an update every week, looking back on the week prior. As mentioned before, my challenge is not only the #30DayOrgasmFun but also to get back to a LCHF way of eating. If there is one thing that Tabitha has managed ... continue reading

#30DayOrgasmFun First Week

As you know, during the #30DayOrgasmFun challenge I am also trying to get back to the LCHF way of eating. This past week, from Tuesday 3 April to Monday 9 April, I have kept track of my wanking, my orgasms and my food. I can be very short on the latter. I have really tried. ... continue reading

Do You Still Know How?

I was already in bed before Master T, as is our usual routine. There was no need for me to do anything about an orgasm, as I had already had one earlier that day. The day before I had mentioned to Master T that I have orgasms, and he asked me if I was even ... continue reading

The Day I Humped My Womanizer

It was the weekend after Eroticon and for a couple of days already I felt this twitch in my crotch, alerting me that it was time for an orgasm. The last one had been at my own hand on the Friday morning in Camden, while Master T was downstairs smoking a cigarette. I actually could ... continue reading

Life… grief, depression and disability

Everyone who has followed this blog or my Twitter in the last year knows that my heart is filled with sadness because of my mom’s passing. I have made no secret about the way losing my mom to cancer has influenced me. But, today’s post is not about the grief I feel, but a different ... continue reading

Twenty-One: The Magic Number

Our relationship should never have been. However, there always something that hinted that we were not in the traditional roles society might have placed him in. He was of my mother’s generation, her friend, her confidant but they drifted apart. About two years later he came looking for her, but by then she had left ... continue reading