For close to a year now I have gone for a Brazilian wax every four weeks, except for a break during December 2017 and January 2018. The first couple of treatments were painful, but my skin started getting used to it and the hair got less. Yes, they still hurt but definitely less than before. ... continue reading
Dealing With Grief
My mom died on 12 July 2017. My mom was buried on 19 July 2017. Our house flooded on 20 July 2017. I pushed my grief away. One, because I couldn’t bear it. My mom, who was not only my mom, but a protector, my friend, almost like a sister… one of the pillars of ... continue reading
La Vie Est Belle
This is not a sexy post. Just a snippet from my day yesterday, something I wanted to share, and it made me think of La Vie Est Belle… Life Is Beautiful. I’m in our shopping center, just walking between the shops, wondering where I would go next. What else do I want to buy? Walking ... continue reading
It Happened On Friday Night
Normally when something sexy is going to happen, I know. There are always signs that point in the direction. Not this time. Last week I shared a post about the Voices in My Head and I quite rightfully received the advice that I should talk to Master T. Of course I knew this, but I ... continue reading
Fucking Tears
It’s been weeks. Months. One, two, three? I can’t remember. All I know, it’s been long ago that he touched me in any kind of sexual way. Each time in the last year and a half that he did indeed touch me – I think I can count those times on one hand – I ... continue reading
Just Thoughts
Driving home… … I remember last night. … I think of him touching my leg when we sat at the bar. His hand had a message. … I think of his arm briefly around my shoulders when we walked back to the car. … I think of him slapping my ass when he happened to ... continue reading
Mom’s Birthday
I know, the title of this post doesn’t sound as if it has anything to do with masturbation, but believe me, it does. I have noticed something strange… I went through a couple of months where I was almost compulsive about masturbating. I knew Master T was not up to anything due to the stupid ... continue reading
Speaking in Tales
As you all know by now, I grew up in South Africa in a predominately Afrikaans household, but English was never far away. I went to school when I was five and by the time I was six, I already had English lessons in school. Also, I heard my parents speak English to others, others ... continue reading
Truth, An Eroticon Anthology
Like they say, better late than never, right? I have been wanting two write about the Eroticon anthology ever since Eroticon happened in March, and here were are, two months later and only now I had the time to sit down and do it. The submission call for the Eroticon anthology was posted on 11 ... continue reading
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