Sunday, June 8, 2025

Sex & Money

 I broke the spell of celibacy. It all started the other day when the neighbor was walking by my house and he looked good to me. Which was weird to me that I feel like that because he is not someone I would typically be attracted to but I wanted him in that moment. And since that moment I was a little more open to having sex. And as the universe always does, it sent some dick my way. The guy I call cone dick reached out. I have not seen him in maybe 6 months. I happened to have the house free on the middle of a Saturday afternoon and the plan was set. I did tell him that I would need to confirm the day of because my feelings have been fleeting lately. He did not confirm he just came over. I was so nervous! It was insane. He looked good to me. Frankly I have been seeing him for I think 3 years now and I could not pick him out of a crowd if I needed to. So each time it seems to be a surprise. lol. I do like him all the way around. I feel like we have very similar values in terms of raising our children, careers, life in general. And I like how he fucks. 

We always start from the back and it was only a few minutes or seconds before I was fucking him and inching my knees forward some my pussy could get more of the dick. It was really good. He tells me to flip over and he fucks me without a condom for the first time. This made such a big difference for me. I dont look at him at all. I feel myself intentionally not looking at him but I do not know why I could not look at him. He did finally come in me. He is one of these men who come and you can feel it intensely. It made me come. It was really good. We laid in the bed for a few minutes talking. Not touching really just laying there parallel to each other with his hand resting on my my ass. We both almost fell asleep and then it was time to wrap it up. 

It was a great re-introduction to sex. It was the perfect amount of time and I cant say anything bad about it. And it was nice. I did not feel the submission desire as I do or did, but it was ok. 

Part of my nervousness was not wanting to devote the time to having sex. In my head I am calculating how much it will cost me to fuck for an hour, when I could be working. I feel like I have been hyper focused on money in the last few months. It is like I traded my sex addiction for my financial goals. 

Sunday, May 25, 2025

Another Holiday

 Holidays have always been a difficult time for me. My naive fantasies of what a holiday celebration should look like with the stark reality of what my life looks like is hard. Despite loving my life and the choices have made I am cognizant that it looks different than what media would have me believe is the standard. Even this weekend, not a particularly big holiday but it still comes with pressure. My youngest asking me what we are doing for Memorial Day and me over hearing all the stay at home moms with the the money for two houses and cars that cost almost as much as my home talking about going to their shore home etc...For me and my family this long weekend looks like recovery. Both of my girls broke their foot and are in boots now. My youngest is still struggling with respiratory issues and we are heading to a new specialist this week. I cut down my job obligations when I left my 3rd temp job but I have been able to pick up more hours on my 2nd job and all I do is work. I work, I clean and take care of the house, I exercise and I sleep. I do little else with my life. And for right now that feels good. 

I did feel obligated to get the kids outside today. We headed to my sisters where we just literally sat and chatted, while I worked. My mom was there too. They complained about their spouses and I had nothing to complain about.  Sometimes I think about all my mom has sacrificed to be with my dad and I feel bad for her. They have been together since she has been 17 and he 19 and it was anything but easy. I used to beg for them to divorce. Their relationship is and always has been toxic. My dad is a good man with so many wonderful qualities but being a good communicator is not one of them. Sometimes I think he is just mean to my mom and I can not figure out why. And I see my mom resents him. It is just a cluster fuck and frankly there is too much peace in my life for me to find myself in a place like that. I would be lying if I did not think their relationship has not impacted my new found independence and need for peace in my home. I dont want to be my mom's age and have that horrible full body angst that only a man can fill me with. 

As I was driving home I drove past the neighbor's house and he has not called me like he usually does. I feel a little fucked up about this. I liked him boosting my confidence and making me feel wanted even though the thought of fucking anyone makes me cringe. I walked out of my house the other day and he was walking his dogs right in front of me. My kids were outside with me and I was talking to them and it is this him catching me in the wild and the two of us acting as though we dont see each other that I live for. I absolutely love the secret of it all. 

My mind is a little bit all over tonight, so I am skipping around a bit. My friend has been so busy this holiday weekend it makes me feel like I am not doing it right. She has had non-stop events and plans for days now and I am just sitting in my peaceful home working. I try to balance what I want and need and what my kids want and need and that's how we ended up at my sisters. My sisters house is wild. They have two very nice dogs and my kids love to interact and play with the dogs. They have a big yard and believe that the yard is for the kids to destroy and have fun in. For a visual, the kids Little Tykes play house that the kids played with for the last 12 years still sits in the yard. The kids have painted it, attached a mailbox to it, decorated with Christmas garland and filled in cracks with spray foam (just for fun). There are toys in the driveway at all times, and projects that are being worked on. Today my niece and daughter dug a river in the middle of the yard and got the hose out to fill it and added sticks and giant branches for bridges. That river will stay like that until the elements erode it away and they could not care less that there yard looks a mess. I half love it and half want to fix it. Im all for kids using my house and yard to be kids but they might take it a bit too far. But my kids LOVE it there.  They have a great inground pool but it is just too cold to swim yet. We all had pizza, we laughed, we relaxed and that is all I could ever hope for on a holiday weekend. I have to remind myself that I am not here to make anyone but myself happy, well my kids and then myself. 

I feel like I am in a growth and healing journey in my life right now. And maybe I cannot just open myself up to people like I could before as I am allowing myself to feel the feelings that I have been running from for so long. There are deep reasons, I assume, for my current feelings on sex. I do find myself seeing that I am using work as an escape from things I don't want to acknowledge. I am happy to work all day every day. I force myself to do the other things like cook for the kids and take a walk. It just feels nice in this mental protective cocoon. No wandering thoughts, no wondering how my life will go in the next chapter, no worries about the kids. I just let my mind get lost in the details of work and it feels so freeing. It's like what swimming does for my body. The weightlessness and freedom from pain and the soothing feel of the water. Work gives me that. I feel like sex used to give me that. And to be frank D ruined that for me. 

Thursday, May 8, 2025

The Unfuckening

 The Unfuckening is a word my friend has used for years. She used it to describe the period of time of when her daughter came home from her Dad's house to her house. The child needed hours sometimes the rest of the day to realign. The change of being Daddy's daughter in his house to being Mommy's daughter in Mommy's house took time to adjust to. She would need time on the couch, sometimes being alone, sometimes cuddling, sometimes she would cry and sometimes she would yell. It was a definitive period of time in which she was not herself. This child I know so well would need so much space and soothing that I sometimes felt like I did not recognize her until the unfuckening was over. 

This is where I am at, or at least I hope. I hope I am in a period of time in which my mind and spirit are adjusting. I need peace and soothing and I will eventually come back to myself and people will recognize me again. 

The last day or two I have tried to imagine myself wanting to talk to a man again. It really all started with driving past one of those "We Buy Gold" shops the other day. I thought about gold and who just has gold laying around to sell. I dont have any gold and then D popped in my head. He always wore his gold chain with his charm that said Trinidad in the shape of the country on it. For so many years I remember seeing that gold chain lay on my breasts while he fucked me. I would watch the sweat on his chest bead up around the chain. .....Ok so as I am typing that I have a crazy urge to call him and beg him to come to me. I will not do that but dammit the instinct was there. 

As I go around life I dont think about D. For example, I dont miss him per se but there are things that make me feel like I might just find him and make him talk to me. Sometimes I think that he is embarrassed of his behavior and wants to forget it and therefore me. I mainly think he is mad about the wage garnishment now but that is a hill that I will die on. That was the right thing for me to do. If I lost good dick on that then so be it. 

When I look in on myself from the outside of my life I feel sadness for me. I can see how devastated this has left me. If I sit with that for too long it will be hard to go on. If I let myself believe that I will never see the man I loved that hard again it feels like I just quite catch my breath. 

There is a fine line between just leaving things where they are and not begging him to talk to me and completely offering my self and dignity to him again. There are days when this line feels like it will be crossed. It feels like I will never be happy again until he is in my bed again and that gold chain is dangling on my white skin. I text my friend every time I get there so she can talk me off the ledge. 

This past week I had a crazy bad stomach virus. It was so bad that I needed to go to the ER for fluids because I was unable to stand from dehydration. I got to the hospital, I had my daughter drop me off. I went to the desk alone, hunched over in pain, sweating profusely and the nurses attended to me. They took my temperature and got very worried (Spoiler Alert - the temp was wrong and I did not have a fever). The nurses were initially concerned that I was septic and moved very fast and in that moment I was finally able to cry. I have waited to cry for so long and I leaned into it. I was there for maybe 8 hours and I cried several times out of desperation and feeling so bad. I tried to let me self cry about D but the tears would instantly stop. I could not do it. I dont know what stops me. I suspect it's one of two things or a little of both. 1- perhaps I'm just so fucking pissed off at the way he treated me in the end that I cannot even believe that I would shed another tear for this piece of shit or 2- I am afraid to feel those feelings because they are so intense. 

Im just want to put out in to the universe that I am open to a dark-skin island man with a giant cock. I think that would help me turn the tide. And universe please let him have a job and a car and the emotional intelligence to be with me. 

Monday, April 28, 2025

Dead Inside

 I am tempted but held back by the reality that feelings are fleeting. It is at the tip of my tongue to announce and declare but I only hold back because I am afraid I will look foolish if the situation changes. I have never held back so I am going to dance around this a little bit and keep my words less than definitive. I feel like I am done with sex. 

I have not come to this lightly. I have not come to this recently but I feel like it has somehow been cemented recently. I dont like it. I dont want to feel like this. I have such great memories of how good I can feel having sex and how the fantasies and sex talk and build up and the after glow and all the goodness  of sex. The intensity of the submission! I could spend hours talking about how beautiful and amazing submission is. But it feels like that it no longer suits me. I feel like I am not the same person I once was allowing a man to dominate me feels uncomfortable and foreign to me. I can not get into the same headspace. 

My friend who has seen me at the height of my sexual intensity and now see me questioning if I even want to pursue sex with anyone reminds me to be gentle with myself. She reminds me how this past year without D has been like grieving a partner that died, because he just disappeared. And what I think is more devastating that loosing someone to something like death is being left in limbo and not knowing what is happening and where they are. His behavior is unforgivable - or at least that's how I feel right now. I feel like I dont know if I can ever really recover from that damage. It is like he changed me on a cellular level. I hate to give him that power but he was my everything for so long and sex just does not feel good because I dont feel connected to anyone and I have zero desire. 

I have been having crazy vivid sex dreams the last week and I know my body needs sex. So I reach out to the neighbor. I have no excitement of his visit. I just feel numb. I just wish I could lay with my back to him and him just fuck me from behind like that.  I do not want to suck his dick. I do. It was alright but it was just a functional thing to get me where we needed to go. We fuck and it felt good for the most part but not great. There was no sexual feeling. It was just mechanical. He was talking a lot which I did not mind because I was just so over the whole thing, but he finishes and that is that. I was more excited to talk with him while he was cleaning up and getting dressed than I was fuck him. 

I did pre-game a bit before he came over. I made myself cum twice. Which was great because that was out of the way. I have not even done that in months. And again I only did it because of these ridiculous dreams where I wake up moving like Im fucking someone. SMFH. 

My friend, reminds me that I have had a really particularly difficult few months. I can not even begin to stress that enough. It has been difficult for me but sometimes Im afraid if I stop to acknowledge and think about how challenging it has been that I will crumble. 

Ive been working 3 jobs since Feb 1st and I just let go of one of the jobs. The project was ending in the next 3 weeks and I can not continue to commit the time needed to it so I need to pull the plug on it. I feel a little bit more settled that I do not have that 3rd obligation, but my daughter's health and for a few weeks my health was so bad it really took a toll on me. Then there was the $3300 plumbing repair last week. Which was a follow up to the $300 plumbing issue we had the week before. 

It feels like my kids need me more than ever and that they want to spend time with me. And for me that feels good and I like taking care of them and being right next to them. At night when I need some alone time I often find all 3 of my kids are all less than 10 feet from me. They find comfort in me and I in them. We feel very much like a team. And even though I never wanted to be a single mom I feel like I have embraced and enjoyed leading my team and I am proud of my work. 

So my mind is on all these other things and sex just seems so insignificant. And there is no desire, no lust. What's the point? I sometimes think I would not mind having a conversation with someone but even that seems like too much of a task. Life is easier when I keep my contacts to a minimal. 

Sunday, April 20, 2025

The Anniversery

 D has been on my mind the last few days. I think maybe because April 2024 was the last time I saw him. It has really been a year since I have been with him and that fact makes me sad. I have a lot of these thoughts in my car when I am alone. I try to work through what it is I am missing about him and it is not a clear answer. There is so much I do not miss. I do not miss feeling the constant anxiety about our relationship. I do not miss feeling like I have to perform sexually in order to receive love. I do not miss never knowing what his next step was going to be. But I do miss the intimacy we had. I miss being naked and free and not holding back anything with my body. I miss the way he took charge and loved my body and the way he accepted me. I miss that aspect of our relationship that allowed me to be seen as someone other than a mother. He never saw me as a mother. He always so me as his lover and our conversations were never about kids. And when I say never I should say in the first 21 years it was just us, in the last year it was about the meshing of our lives and children. I miss that level of freedom with another person. Also, and this is oddly specific but the comfort level with our bodies was such that if I was ill and unable to physically clean myself I would be comfortable with him helping me with that. And it would not have felt weird and it would not have ruined out sex life. It would have been very matter of fact and then we move on. And that is the kind of intimacy I miss. All in all it is a small price to pay for the peace that I now have in life. When I say I have peace, I mean that I have never known a relaxed state of mind that I currently feel. It if fucking amazing. Im not angry, I dont feel nervous about the relationship. I am not trying to plan us blending our families. I am just cool. Life is easy for the most part. I feel content and happy the majority of the time. I LOVE not living with a man and dont ever want to do it again. 

I was going to invite New D over but I just want the sex and no real talking and I dont want him to stay long. I have not been able to work that into a conversation yet but to me it is clear he will not be able to meet my needs in terms of a relationship but there is no reason we should not be fucking. 

And my life has been busy this year. The 3 jobs, the vacation, the virus from hell, my daughter's illness has left little time to think about sex. Very little time. I want to have sex now but realistically there is a low chance I can make that happen with my schedule. Most of the time this feeling will pass so we will see if I just ignore it if it will go away. 


Sunday, April 13, 2025

The Shift

 We finally got discharged from the hospital. It is so good to be home. JF is still in town and continues to be around. It is so nice to have him around to help. The kids wanted to go to see the Minecraft Movie and I asked him to take the kids because I needed to catch up on work. He did not feel well (which I know because he has been staying in the hospital all week and they wake my daughter up every 2 hours for breathing treatments and during the day he has been doing some work things). We were both exhausted but I did pressure him a bit to do it. I feel for him but for the last 3 years I have done it all by myself and he has had that time off. While I did lay the guilt on a little bit he still did it and for that I was so grateful. I just needed to some time alone, time to work and time to decompress and my kids needed something fun to take their mind off a difficult week. I did pay for tickets and the Panera order after because his "money is low". I understand and Im not mad about that. He did thank me for the day and I thanked him for being there for me and the kids. And let him know how much we all love him being around. 

I feel good about this shift in our relationship. I feel like we have reconnected in a way that is so positive for our children. I dont feel so alone in taking care of the kids, I dont feel so burdened with everything. Im not sure if he will ever understand how important he presence in his children's and my life it. You just cant create a family and not leave a gaping hole when you disappear. 

My daughter is doing well. Recovery is slow, she is tired and working on her stamina but we are getting there. I am thinking she will go to school for maybe a 1/2 day tomorrow and life will get back to normal. 


Friday, April 11, 2025

1st Love

Its been a week. My youngest has been not well for weeks with a lingering cough and then we got a horrible flu like virus which spurred her to get pneumonia. So we have been in the hospital since Monday. I have had some eye opening experiences. 

First, as we were walking to the Pediatric Wing we passed two black men in the hallway. They were some type of janitorial employees. As I walked passed them I thought I would fuck them and as we passed they started talking in what I can only explain as the sweetest sound of island vernacular that I have heard in some time. It was a sexual burst through my body. Not only did I look back but I wanted to fuck so badley in that momnet. And then I thought to myself. My sex problem is maybe just about me not having what I want. I am the type of person who would rather go without then have something that I do not love. My therapist said I have a "very black and white way of thinking". I think about how this shows up in my life other than sex. Food. For example, these few days I have been in the hospital I have not been drinking my favorite pick me up, Dr. Pepper, because if I can not have an ultra chilled can of Dr. Pepper from my fridge that keeps it at the right temp then I dont want it. I dont want a dull fountain soda, or a pugent plastic bottle. I would rather just skip it all together and have it when I get home.  Clothes are this way too. If the clothes dont fit perfectly and feel the way I need them to then I can not do it. I dont even try to do. For this reason my clothes are sometimes not up to date and well worn. 


At my core, I love men with an accent. My first love is the island accent but other accents will do it for me too. I just need an island man to put it on me. I think thats what I am missing. Im not convinced that I dont want sex I think I would just rather not have then have dick that does not meet my needs. Is there a website to meet island men for this reason? My girlfriend tells me I need to go to Jamica. I told her I will fuck around and come home with a STD. I can imagine I would not be able to control myself there. I just dont know where I meet a 50 year old carribean man with a big dick. I thought I had it with that one guy from the summer but after our last fuck I am done with him. He knows it too because he has not called me. 


So then there is JF. Monday night I stayed at the hospital with my daughter and Felix came Tuesday at 1pm. He came in the room and walked up to me and put his hands up for a hug. I said "oh ok we hugging. You have not talked to me 3 years but we are hugging now" as i stood up to hug him. And I leaned into it. I let myself hug him and suck all the intamacy I needed from it. There is no tenstion between us, which makes me happy because if there was he would not have been able to stay here with my daughter. I would not stress her out with that. But it was easy as it always has been between us and I felt so good about that. He spent the night last night so I could get some sleep and I relieved him this morning and he is coming back tonight to stay while I go home to sleep again. We are working well together and for the first time in YEARS I feel like I have someone who is invested in these children. We were talking to our daughter last night about when she was a baby that her dad was in charge of taking care of her everynight so I could sleep. We all laughed. It was good to reminisce and have my daughter see how we can laugh together. 


Friday, April 4, 2025

Lost

 So much in me has changed in the last year. I think about how little I have thought about sex in the last few months and how little my body craves it. The moments where my body does crave it are fleeting and are easily washed away with little effort. Im not sure what has happened here. I am a little bit perplexed and I dont quite know how to fit it in to my identity. For so long I have seen myself as a sexual person and someone who loves sex. And now I would not describe myself as that. 

Is is perimenopause? Is it the continual hurt at the hands of D? Is it just maturing and finding more self-confidence? I really can not put my finger on it. Maybe it is the combination of it all, a perfect storm. I would be lying if I did not say that I was a little bit lost in this new world. 

For the last 3 months I have occupied my time with work. And having three jobs has really done a lot to eat up my free time, but as I prepare for my 3rd job to wind down as it is temporary I am nervous as to where to put my extra free time. I am nervous that I might a man's company. And on a logical level in a clear mind I am really not ever feeling like seeing a man, or talking to a man, or being close to a man. But what if my body starts to crave that. Can I go back to compartmentalizing men to just dick and just tolerate the rest of them? Im not sure. I have never in my life felt quite like this. 

My friend often asks me if I think if D will reach back out to me. I dont think about D too often. He does creep into my mind sometimes but for the most part he not part of my everyday mindset. I do not think he will reach back out to me. And if he does reach back out to me it will be some kind of end of life love profession that he feels like he needs to share before he leaves this earth. I know that D loved me deeply as I did him. For whatever reason he felt like whatever he was dealing with was so big, so emotionally scary for him he could only disappear without talking about it. I wish I could say he would want to know about his daughter and would reach out about her, but that is not likely. He does not seem to have any strong connections to her nor her to him. 

Of course if I am wrong I will be running here to share it all because no one in my life could understand it more than the people who read these pages and who have been sharing this journey with me over the years. 

So I am going to wait and see if some kind of feelings kick off and I want to have sex. Yesterday and today I have been craving food and I thought "I wonder when I am going to get my period", I had to check that app and my period is due tomorrow. So I went through a whole cycle with out feeling that intense desire to fucked. I dont think that has ever happened. 

I both worried and relieved. Not a slave to sex but a freed slave with no purpose anymore. I feel lost. 

Monday, March 24, 2025

Fired Up

 I forgot to mention in my last post the following. I felt like it needed to be said. Part of what I enjoyed on vacation was the lack of Americans. I know that is harsh and as an American I do not feel pride about the people that make up this place. We all know I love a man from any country but this one but turns out I like all people from other countries more than I like Americans. I dont say that to hurt egos but more to call out Americans and remind them that there are other ways of existing. The American dream and the American way of life are not the only way and in fact may not be the better way. Just food for thought. 

This morning I woke up at 3am for my typical middle of the night wake and for some reason I auto-pilot check my email. And I see an email that I missed from earlier from the court officer for the wage garnishment of D letting me know they received their first payment from his employer. This gave me a shot of euphoria because there is nothing I love more than the thought of that fucktard thinking about me every single time he looks at his paycheck. It was a great feeling. 

So this afternoon JF said he will come to see the kids. He shows up at 7pm and stands outside to talk to the kids. My daughter invites him in, he stays outside. I text him to tell him to come in and he does not. He calls me and asks me how the vacation was and I talk to him about it and share with him. I ask him if he responded to the court about the child support. He says he is not paying child support. I remind him he can go to jail. He says he will just leave the country and so on. He says he will pay me but he is not going through the court. I remind him again that he had that chance already and he chose to ignore me and not support me and not talk to the kids and pretty much a complete dead beat for the last year so that chance is over. I told him I will not drop the case, he said we will talk about that later. Meanwhile my kids are outside with him and I look out the window and they are throwing rocks and his dumb ass is standing right there like he cant see that they are throwing rocks. I cant even get mad. I just smh at this fool. 

I take a short drive so I can talk to my mom about this interaction. I say to mom what the fuck is wrong with me that I let these men get away with so much. It is not even in my character to let some  bullshit slide so why did I let them get away with so much. I am frustrated with myself for how I let myself be led by these utter fucking fools. And now I have lumped in all men in this category but with everything in my soul I can NEVER go back to a place where I feel the way I did about D or JF. I lost myself and I dont know what I was hoping to get but I never did get it JF and D I would only have the connection I craved sometimes. It was just enough to keep me salivating for more. I knew all the factors needed to create the bliss were there but it was an absolute guessing game as to when, how and the duration of that connection.

I have this app on my phone where everyday I (or as often as I remember) I log what I am grateful for and today I am grateful that hard part of my life when I was chasing a deep connection that never got fulfilled is over. I am grateful I have learned to stand alone and in peace and that no one can take away the things I have done in my life and diminish me. In particular the two men in my life who have not succeeded in anyway in life can not define if I have a good day or my level of stress.

I am listening to my "good music" playlist as I write this and how appropriate as I end my thoughts tonight Helen Reddy's "I am Woman" is playing. 


Saturday, March 22, 2025

Contentment

 Yesterday I returned from Puerto Rico. I spent the week with my children and my exhusband and his fiancé. It was very nice. I really cant complain about anything. It was so nice to be able to take my kids on a nice vacation. Thanks to my working 3 jobs I was able to work that out.  The travel back damm near killed me. It is just a lot of mental stamina needed to sit still all day and keep intrusive thoughts about our plane dropping out of the sky is a lot.  I had a couple of thoughts from my week out of the stress and business of my regular week. 

First, the walk through the San Juan Airport made me horny. The smell of the men (they smelled good) and the men all just looked good to me. I would have loved a quick fucking in an airport bathroom stall but these things dont happen in real life, just porn videos.  I would have also would have been up for a quick fuck in the hotel room with just about anyone of the men I saw there but you know children make that impossible and it was not that kind of vibe there. Or at least that was the feeling I was getting. 

I also noticed in my endless amount of time to think about all the men in my life, I think about D and I smile and think positively about all the good dick but I do not miss him. I definitely feel so much more at peace in my life with him out of my life. My only regret is that I could not have ended because it needed to stop. 

I dont miss men in my life. I just dont feel a longing to share my life with a man. Maybe when my kids are older I will feel a little bit lonely but I am not thinking so. I revel this contentment in my life. It is amazing. 

My body is ready for a fuck though. I think I am going to call the neighbor. I talked to Big D about coming over but we left up in that air and I am not really feeling like talking. Like I  would just want him to come over for an hour and leave and Im not sure if he is up for that. It just seems easier to fuck the neighbor. 

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Feeling Nothing

I made plans with the neighbor last week because I knew my body needed sex. My mind and spirit did not want it but I knew my body was craving it. I was in the shower when he arrived and by the time I came out of the shower he was naked with a semi hard dick. I come out with a towel on and bend over to suck his dick. He eventually turns me around and fucks me from behind. I was loving it. My body really did need it and I was quickly in a zone. At one point I got on my side and he was behind me and he reached around and grabbed my pussy from the front and I dont know what it was about this move but it kicked me up a notch. The whole thing lasted about 25 minutes, he came inside of me and I felt amazing. He left and I got ready for work and headed out. It is the ideal situation. We have been fucking like this for 5 years now. 

Then Big D reached out to me. We eventually agreed on meeting up last night. Saturday at 7. Now deep down in my soul I had zero expectation that he would show up but I was willing to give him a try. He always runs late and last night was not different. We agreed on 7. He showed up at 8:40p. How do I have 3 jobs, 3 kids and still manage to be respectful of other peoples time. It was on the tip of tongue to cancel but I did want some dick but I was anxious about his visit. I went to cancel so many times but I did not. When he walked in I did not feel anything. I said "let sit down stairs for awhile". I was trying to see how I would feel when we talk and reconnect. We had good conversation but during the conversation I knew I was not feeling anything but I moved the night upstairs because I wanted the dick. Now because he was almost 2 hours late I was almost asleep when we were fucking. From what I remember it was good but I dont remember much. We fell asleep. I woke up at 7:40a and he is sleeping. I dont know if I can articulate just how unhappy I was about this. The visual of this man - who I do not love- in my bed, sleeping like he belonged there made me mad. I woke him up and said "you got to go". I was not rude just matter of fact. I have things to do and kids were up or waking up. I dont want him in my real life. After that I am pretty sure I dont ever want to see another man asleep in bed. Big D ruined what I did feel for him. He had so much potential. We are very compatible and I like talking to him but when he switched up and stopped talking to me because he "was stressed" I just thought to myself I am not doing this shit with anyone else. D and no Big D have left me feeling like men cannot be trusted with my affection. Im done. I might fuck him again but that has to be a day time thing for like and hour and then he has to bounce. 

Just thinking back on it I would have rathered spent the evening scrolling tik too and sleeping early. 

Saturday, February 15, 2025

Amazing

 It's been a month of celibacy, by choice. I cannot believe the change in my level of contentment from this year from what it was last year. I feel whole and content and at peace with where I am for the first time in my life. I dont feel like an animal in heat. I just feel good. 

I dont feel like I have so much to say but I just wanted to update everyone. I am working non-stop and it is so good for my mental health. Currently no man is on my mind and I am just making money and getting shit done. I love this state of mind. 

Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Be Careful of Me

So Big D has not been keeping up with me like I need him to. I have noticed his distance. He tells me he has not lost interest but his actions say something different. I don't love him but I do like him and I just wanted to have sex with him. Primarily because the sex is really good and he makes me feel good when I am with him. But this monogamy that I have been participating, although voluntary, has been making me too dependent on him. And then I feel like I need him. This is where the problem comes into play. If I need him and he does not give me the attention I want then I feel rejected and anxious. And it is not a normal amount of anxiety. It is crippling anxiety. My body give me cues that I need sex but not always in the way that I expect. Sometimes I feel it in my pussy, it aches for stretching and and it craves something in it. Othertimes it is a sense of just wanting to be touched but something that is kind of a new discovery for me is my body will just feel a chaotic storm of emotions. I can not articulate what it is, I can not tie the feeling to an event but it is so uncomfortable. I try so many things to make it stop. It does not feel like sexual repression and I am not sure if it is sexually rooted or if it is more of something that gives me comfort. Like having sex, be it good or bad, will give my mind the mental break it needs. 

So as Big D has been distant I have had this increase in anxiety and stress. Again I am left lingering to figure out if it is me. Today the anxiety was so intense I really had to take a deep dive into how to relieve it. I thought about and edible but that takes like 2+ hours to feel and it is not always the right type of relief. I thought about sugar or food and that was not working for me. I laid in my bed and spent sometime just breathing but the anxiety would not quit. I finally said I am just going to call some dick. I did not know if it would work but I was willing to give it a whirl. I called the Jamaican I saw over the summer. His dick is average size the sex was not bad. It is not fantastic but it would do what I needed it to. He was not available when I called but he said I could come to his place this evening. I told him I would think about it. 

The anxiety kept rising and it took everything it me to get into the shower and get in the car. Once I was in the car, I put on my music and enjoyed the ride. I was nervous once I got to his house and when I go in it was a very quick pants off dick out and lets fuck. This was EXACTLY what I was looking for. I did not want anything else. We fucked for about 40 minutes with a few minute break in there like 2x. He was fucking me and pulled it out and missed on the re-entry. It really hurt! Hurt in a bad way. That kind of killed it for me. We fucked for some more but I said I was done, that my pussy hurt and I was going to go. It hurt not all that bad after a few minutes but I was done. I got what I needed and I did not care to much about him cumming. And frankly I dont know what was taking him so long to come. Fuck man read the room and come already. I got up to get dressed and he was trying to "sweet talk" me into "one more round".  He was not aggressive in anyway but what I thought about if I give him a firm no was he going to let me leave this house. I thought about the exit of the house and how it would go down if this man did not want to let me leave. As a PSA to all men, I am a women who has not been a victim of rape or violence but I am on a primary level still afraid to make a man mad. I did relent and let him hit it one more round and then I quickly gathered myself and bounced. He did walk me to my car which was nice but I really wanting to get out of there. 

So this man owns a home and has been out of work for awhile because he was injured in a car accident.  But he has been ok. So he has had like 3 months of not working and his house looks like a fucking train wreck. I can not even really articulate what the problem is. Someplaces were clean-ish but there was a lot of stuff everywhere. And the residual smells of ethnic cooking. I was getting the dick and my thought was I am going to have to wash my hair tonight to get his smell off of me. I never in my life want to smell an immigrants food in my house again as long as I live. So I just thought what does he think when he comes to my house? My house is clean but sometimes cluttered with the kids shit but compared to his house my house looks like I hit with some showroom shine. I was just disgusted a little bit and thought to myself I dont like being in a mans space. I could have went my whole life with out seeing how he lives. 

The anxiety has left me for tonight and I feel like ripping the band-aid off of ending the monogamy has released the pressure I felt building in my body. As I drove home and listened to Cardi B I felt like a mother fucking beast! It was like a mental reset for me. I hate that dick is so important for me. I dont want to be 60 years old looking for a hard cock to calm me down. I need to figure this out. 

As for Big D, I dont know where that is going go but I dont feel so desperate for his attention. I did get on Tinder for a hot minute yesterday but I got tired of of the same fucking shit men say and I just wanted to be done with it. 


Cardi B - Be Careful (These lyrics hit me tonight)

YeahBe careful, be careful, be careful with me, uhYeah, look
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shitBut we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shitGave you TLC, you wanna creep and shitPoured out my whole heart to a piece of shitMan, I thought you would've learned your lesson'Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' textsI guess it's fine, man, I get the messageYou still stutter after certain questionsYou keep in contact with certain exesDo you, though, trust me, nigga, it's cool, thoughSaid that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culoAnd putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two livesI could've did what you did to me to you a few timesBut if I did decide to slide, find a niggaFuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissedBut that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitchAnd karma for you is gon' be who you end up withYou make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adoreI gave you everything, what's mine is yoursI want you to live your life of courseBut I hope you get what you dyin' forBe careful with me, do you know what you doin'?Whose feelings that you hurtin' and bruisin'?You gon' gain the whole worldBut is it worth the girl that you're losin'?Be careful with meYeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'Be careful with meYeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on itBe careful with me
Care for me, care for meAlways said that you'd be there for me, there for meBoy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
I was here before all of thisGuess you actin' out now, you got an audienceTell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, niggaTell me, this love's got you this fucked up in the headYou want some random bitch up in your bed?She don't even know your middle name, watch her 'cause she might steal your chainYou don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not thoughIt's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I metTalk to me crazy and you quick to forgetYou even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror differentThinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistentBetween a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirtIt's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worseIt all stops so abrupt, we start switchin' it upTeach me to be like you so I can not give a fuckFree to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothafuckin' selfYou make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adoreI gave you everything, what's mine is yoursI want you to live your life of courseBut I hope you get what you dyin' forBe careful with me, do you know what you doin'?Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'? You gon' gain the whole worldBut is it worth the girl that you're losin'?Be careful with meYeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'Be careful with meYeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on itBe careful with me

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Turning the Page

 About 2 months ago I spent a few minutes talking to a physic about D. She told me so very adamantly that he would call me before the year was out. I took solace in this. This claim gave me peace when I needed it. However I already knew that suing him would not bode well for my need for closure. He in fact did not call me before the end of the year. I think I let that sink in yesterday. I allowed myself to have some feelings about it and all in all I was ok. I knew when I filed it that suing him would put a nail in the coffin between us. And while he had all the control that was my way of taking my control back. At the end of the day he did what he felt he needed to do and I did what I felt that I needed to. And that was that. And I am reminded of a line from Shakespeare that I was deeply connected to when I was in school studying it. At that time of innocence I felt like this spoke to me but I never knew why but today, almost 29 years later I feel this in my spirit. I remember reading it for the first time it like it was yesterday.

                "....for there never was a story of more woe then that of Juliet and her Romeo"


I must say overall I am really pleased with where I am starting 2025 mentally, physically, spiritually. I feel so free from the angst and uneasiness D kept me in. I can not remember where I heard this and I might be only getting part of the saying but somewhere I read or heard that a tactic for keeping people you are in power over is too keep them confused and to never let them know your next move. D had this done to a lifestyle. Not only have I been so accustomed to this kind of sporadic behavior I started to believe this was normal. It was life as I knew it. I dont think in consdiently intended to keep me guessing at all times and give me just enough love to string me along but I think he lives in a state of disfunction. This disfunction permeated my life. 

So Big D...Last week I was so horny. It was the week before my period and I swear I just felt like I could have fucked anything. The neighbor was away on vacation or I would have been fucking him. I see my sex drive is back and it is so intense. I had not planned on seeing Big D during the holidays because this was just a time for family for me and well I like some separation of church and state so to speak. But as I spent Christmas Eve at my Mom's house I was overcome with the need to fuck. We spend the entirety of the day there. Around 4 o'clock my sister and her kids were going to church and my kids wanted to see what Catholic Church was like so they went. I took everyone to church in my minivan and then I promptly went home and spend the next 45 minutes watching porn and making myself cum. Afterwards, I told Big D I needed to see him tonight. He came over about 10pm. 

I wish Big D would sometimes just put his dick in my mouth and let us talk later in the time we have together. I feel like he struggles to assert himself this ways and lets me warm up and talk and I dont hate that the second he walks in he not got his dick down my throat but seriously sometimes I need him to press on. He does in his own way. I think when he has had enough talking he knows how to touch me to make me lose my train of thought. 

I told him he needed to fuck me from the back, in fact, I popped up on my knees and said get behind me and fuck me. And it was more like me fucking him. I could not get enough of grinding on his dick. I was intensely fucking him. I needed his dick so bad and I was so grateful he came over tonight when I told him I needed him to come by. The sex was amazing but I have not been able to squirt the last few times we have fucked because he has been here when the kids are here. They block my ability to get deep into the zone. I am hoping I get more comfortable soon. 

I still cant get over how his dick is so big and he never is hurting me like D was. D was hurting me in a bad way a lot. I dont know if it was just too much force putting it in or lack of awareness but he was such a caveman in so many ways. Now fucking a man with a caveman spirit is not all together bad. It has so many benefits, but one drawback he just did not seem to care how I felt. He did not seem to notice if I was not enjoying it or not. He just always assumed I was. 

I have not seen Big D since the 24th, but we made a plan for him to come over Sunday, so I am looking forward to that. I really like Big D. I am not in love with him and I dont know where things will go. I noticed before my period I was very needy and wanted more of his attention and now that I have my period I dont really want to be bothered with conversations on the phone but I do look forward to seeing him. The hormones are intense. I can not stress enough that it is hard to know where I begin and end and where the hormones begin and end. They are both part of me but not me at all in so many ways. 

Physically I am feeling really good. The fatigue that has plagued me for the last 2 years or so has really eased up. It is like night and day and I am starting to ask myself if it all started when D and I started our season of monogamy. I have lost 50lbs now and I am looking forward to losing more. Mentally I feel at peace and content almost all of the time. The times when I  struggle are most certainly  hormone related and I just have to wait those out. 

I have been a little more open about not being monogamous with Big D. The only reason being is that sometimes I want to have sex and he is not here and can not come here. I just feel like if you want me to be monogamous you have to put in the work to make sure you are here when I need it. He did respond promptly on Christmas Eve when I told him I needed it so I give him that. Maybe I will communicate better about what I need before I open up the team again.  

Happy New Year. I am excited to see what this year brings to these pages.