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| Thank you for taking the time to visit my world - my life journey in words. I invite you to follow along with me as I life each day fully, with no pretentions. What you will find here is a sharing of my innermost thoughts, my happiness, my frustrations, my sadness, my fears, my oddities, and, so much more. I am quite happy with who and what I am, as my life is ever so blessed. Like all of us, I have many different sides. I don't feel the need to justify myself to anyone, not in the slightest. While I am not everyone's cup of tea, common courtesy and respect is expected, not only to myself, but also all others who may share their views/experiences on my page. There is no tolerance for judgments or drama here - the practice of FUCKTARDISM is strongly prohibited. As the saying goes, "Misery Luves Company". If this is YOU, please take your circus elsewhere, as I only allow good, healthy stuff into my life. |
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Yeppers ... I Swallowed ... :)
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Posted:Sep 7, 2016 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2016 4:28 am
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It's the politically correct thing to do ... not to spit your food out ...
My FOOD list of LIMITS is way longer than my SEXUAL list of LIMITS. In a way, this is kind of kewl = SUPERFREAK ...
Over the years, I had made some progress with food. Tho, the list still uber LONG. A huge part of it is the texture thingy - compliments of my OCD. If I can get past that, there is also the smell. Sometimes even the way something looks all cooked up and sitting on a plate. If it's something "raw", even just seeing that could make it end up on my list ...
Went to dinner at a friends place. It was pretty awesome - sat outside and stuff - beautiful nite. Dinner was yummy - I even ate some broccoli. Not so fond of GREEN food ... LOL ... a food issue all on it's own ...
Fruit for desert. There I was, munching away on yummy pineapples and cantaloupe ... then it happened. This like green thingy appeared, which I, of course, stopped to examine and smell ... LOL ... apparently, it was Kiwi ...
It looked weird - not gross - just weird. The smell wasn't repulsive - LOL ... so I took a small bite. A little too MUSHY, but I took another bite. And, then, there it was ... the CRUNCH as I bit into it ... UGH ...
TWO completely OPPOSITE TEXTURES in the SAME PIECE OF FOOD definitely fucks with my OCD - my mouth doesn't like this - LOL - way too funny!!
In the interest of retaining my ladylikeness, I opted not to spit out my ABC (ALREADY BEEN CHEWED) food ... I politely swallowed ...
Needless to say, I won't ever SWALLOW again ... swallow a KIWI, that is ...
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License & Reg, Please, Maam ...
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Posted:Sep 5, 2016 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2016 2:08 pm
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UGH - hate being called "MAAM" ...
Here I am, cruising along the highway Saturday nite, heading home, bout 1:30 am, jamming out to my I-POD. Flashing lites behind me screw up my groove. Yeah, guess I am being pulled over, only the 2nd time this has ever happened ...
My first thought was doing 65ish, probably a bit more than, in a 55 zone. Well, it was more like 70ish = not good ...
I hit the automatic window for the passenger side - dam - that flashlite was BRIGHT AS FUCK ... pretty much blinding me ...
Statie - Do you know why I am pulling you over ... Me - No, officer ... Statie - You were swerving. I just want to make sure that everything is okies. Have you been drinking tonite? Me - No, officer, absolutely not. My GSP keeps changing directions up on me (dam nav biatch - so temperamental). Plus, guess I was jamming out to my I-POD a bit too much ... Statie - Can I please see your license and registration ... Me - Sure, Officer, give me a second please ... Statie - Let me just run you, then I will have you on your way ...
Waiting - waiting - waiting ...
Statie - Okies, Maam, here's your information back. Drive safe ... Me - Thank you, Officer, you too. Be safe ...
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1. This is why I ALWAYS wear "NORMAL" clothes when DRIVING, keeping my KINKYWEAR bags in the TRUNK ... 2. This is why ALWAYS keep my TOYBAG(S) in the TRUNK ... 3. This is why I ALWAYS leave any OPENED ALCOHOL at a party. Or, if at a BYOB club type of place, TRASH it before leaving ... 4. This is why I ALWAYS leave any UNOPENED ALCOHOL in my TRUNK ... 4. This is why I ALWAYS decide if I am spending the nite BEFORE I start to CONSUME any beverages that have even a fraction of ALCOHOL in them. DRINKING = AN OVERNITE STAY ...
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The only thing I actually keep in my car when either going to or coming from is my purse pretty much. It's not easy to explain away certain things - really would prefer not to have to go into why I have a bag full of - or several - vibes - canes - whips - among other things ...
I do practice "ADULTING" and COMMON SENSE. Being RESPONSIBLE and SAFE is ALWAYS the NUMBER ONE PRIORITY ...
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Holiday Weekend - Stoked!! :)
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Posted:Sep 2, 2016 8:40 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2016 8:14 pm
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No grass grows under my feet - heading out again this weekend for a party Saturday nite - gonna be so awesome!
Spent the day getting ready for my excursion. Made my contribution to the food table, a new recipe. When I realized how many people when coming, decided to triple the recipe ... we like to eat!! It looks so yummy - just hoping it's edible ... LOL ... plus, decided to bake some muffins. My kitchen was a total disaster - hot fucking mess I am in cooking mode! It was pretty bad ...
It's a "back-to-skool" theme - YAY!!! Already packed up my outfit, complete with a lollipop - HAHA! Of course, the little white socks and "Maryjane" shoes. The crappy thing was finding something to wear for the hot tub. While it is "clothing optional" - strange as it may seem - I prefer to wear clothes - LOL ... way too funny!
Re-packed my toy bags, adding a few items. Definitely packed my new lucite cane - FUCK - pretty sure that's going to become one of my favorites!! And, added my "ass punching" gloves. OMFG - luv these! Leather fingerless gloves, weighted in the knuckles ... LOL ... 10 buck investment for something that gets me all spacey = happy camper ...
Mite spend the nite - packing my bedding just in case. Being responsible, I do practice "adulting" = I don't drink and drive. Safety always comes first in everything. Common sense is also helpful ...
A safe and awesome holiday weekend to all ...
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Getting Grounded ...
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Posted:Aug 29, 2016 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2016 8:11 pm
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Had an amazing time this weekend at one of my D/s sisters annual birthday bash weekend - my first excursion since my recent surgery due to my auto immune disease. And, I took full advantage of every moment ...
Keeping myself grounded for the first few days after is always a struggle. 48 hours + of being engaged and surrounded by so much shared energy = a major "drop" when everyone parts ...
*The most noteworthy comment: "trix, you are a hot fucking mess. And, I mean that in the most luving way. An adorable hot fucking mess - not a crackwhore hot fucking mess" ...
*Got my D/s sister a piñata - LOL - had so much fun stuffing it!! Could barely carry it with all the goodies I shoved in there. The opening was a little too small for a few items, so I just stretched the hole ... LOL ... way too funny!! We couldn't figure out if it was a piggy or an elephant. Named it "pig-a-phant". She luved it so very much! Totally hysterical to watch her try to bust it open as it hung high up and spun. Finally, we just put the it on the deck and finished it off. Put some glow stuff in, so, then it came apart, everything inside was lit up - so kewl! A birthday piñata for her is now going to be a yearly tradition. Can't wait to pick next years out and stuff it!!
*Even with my GPS - yeppers - got lost - LOL ... don't so well with dirt roads. Or, anyplace that it's more than 1 mile for a bar or a Walmart ...
*Lost a piece of my earring due to hugging and gropes - LOL - my girlfriend said she saw it "glittering" down in the trees. It was like 2 am and she was trashed, was so sure it was her imagination. Sunday morning she went in the forest and retrieved it for me!!!
*Between my bedding - alcohol - food table contributions - clothes/shoes/accessories - had 6 bags. Add in my toybags, yes, that's plural ... LOL ... packing for 2 days or so is like going away for a month long pilgrimage ...
*Again, this year practical joke was on my stuffie Choco. Last year, he wound up on the end of the flagpole searching for bananas. This year, he went for a Harley ride on a miniature one, took me forever to find him. Being a munchkin, I can only see so far up. Dam tall people - LOL ...
*Got some mega play time in - YAY!!!!!!!!!!! Sharp & pointy, thud, sting. Clothespins on my boobs. Yeah, I'm a freak! The only thing that I craved for that didn't happen was being single-tailed. The whip was extra long - not enuf swing space. Even so, still managed to cum in the double digits ...
*I fell in luv with the cane that my D/s sister used to administer her birthday spanks. Afterwards, she gifted it to me!!!! Used it rite away!!! Yeah, my ass has been known to break paddles ... canes ... hairbrushes ... LOL ... pretty sure a LUCITE CANE is indestructible?! Guess will find out ...
*Didn't know pitbulls snore?! Apparently, they do ...
*Along with opening a web site staring my "franken-pit, seems as tho my anal virginity is up for grabs?! The things that you just nod and smile too ...
*My friend got mummified like I was in one of my pics. Heaved him on the trampoline. He was bouncing up and down as we were jumping. Then, we hosed him down, off and on while playing with him ...
My life is pretty good these days - totally DRAMA FREE. So blessed that I am surrounded by so much luv, good energy and vibes ...
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Strange Cock Sucking Conversations ... :)
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Posted:Aug 23, 2016 9:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2016 9:11 pm
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The things that men say when their cock is in your mouth ...
In the past few days, I noticed a small opening where my incision is from my recent surgery. And, it's been a bit problematic. Aside from draining - UGH - it's really uber sore ...
me: my boo-boo hurts ... hubby: aawww ... me: it's sore and nasty looking ... hubby: give it time, it's only been a month ... me: it's so ugly, I don't want anyone to see it ... hubby: it's not like your armpit is your best feature and now you are ruined for life ... me: LOL ... him: on second thought ... GET YOUR LIPS OFF MY COCK ... FRANKIN-PIT ... me: LOL ...
Of course, that was all in good humor. Being silly during sex is awesome! Completed my task in record timing. Yeah, can suck the chrome off a car or suck start a Harley - HAHA!
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Kindly, Please Stop Jerking Off ...
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Posted:Aug 20, 2016 9:06 pm
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2016 7:49 pm
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I have a limited number of nilla acquaintances - nilla friends even more so. Not having like a traditional type of jobs limits me in this way. The few nilla people that I do consider friends are aware of my lifestyle. Tho, it's not something that comes up in conversation. No reason to go there, as our friendship doesn't involve this side of me at all ...
While at my girlfriends place visiting, something happened which left me pretty fucking pissed off. She was tending to her and I was out smoking on the fire escape with her man. We were engaged in "normal" conversation - nothing out of the ordinary. Out of nowhere, he takes out his cock and starts jerking off. It took a minute or so to process what was going on. Then he tells me to just keep talking so that "J" wouldn't think anything. I asked him to please stop - NICELY. So, yeah, then, I wasn't so nice. "OMFG - REALLY - SERIOUSLY DUDE - WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" ...
It was rather disturbing listening to him justify his BAD BEHAVIOR - hearing him explain his reasoning. Apparently, the way that I life my life means that I should EXPECT certain things. I mean, I am, after all, POLYAMOUROUS, KINKY AND EXTREMELY SEXUALLY UNINHITIBITED. You know, anything goes. So, yeah, I am used to this kind of stuff ...
Uuuummm ... NO, actually, I am not. I don't surround myself with those who act in POOR FUCKING TASTE. If he wasn't my girlfriends man, would have kicked him in the fucking balls, punched him in fucking face ...
It didn't totally register until I got back to my car. Had a panic attack, and it took me forever to get out of the parking lot. All the way home, the whole incident played like a video in my head. Do I say something to my girlfriend - do I just blow it off. And, anger set in that someone who was supposed to be my friend put me in this kind of situation. Just a whole influx of different emotions, including wondering if I did something to provoke that, which I already knew wasn't the case. The mind automatically goes to that thought - even when more than unwarranted - even if just for a few minutes ...
I had to think a lot on this - just be still in the moment - remember to breathe. It was definitely an internal struggle with myself. There would be some type of consequence, regardless. We all hope the choices we make are the rite ones. Or, at least the best ones under the circumstances at hand. People would get emotionally hurt. People could get physically hurt. Add in having to live with the "guilt factor" - it doesn't get easier as time goes on ...
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My Stitches Came Out - YAY!! :)
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Posted:Aug 10, 2016 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2016 9:22 pm
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Last week, I went to the docs for my follow up for getting poison cut out of my body, to see how I am healing. They normally ask me if I want one of those thingsy to put on. Not so much this time. At this point, they pretty much know that I am not necessarily shy ... LOL ...
The doc checked out my incisions, said "this is my best work". and proceeded to start taking out my stitches. This was somewhat bad pain, as some of these were pretty deeply imbedded. Had I known, he was going to do this, would have taken a valium for sure. One of the nurses had to hold my hand - almost broke her fingers - LOL ... good fucking lordy!!
It was an immediate relief from the irritation - the stiches were poking into my skin. And, not in a good way! One of the best things is that I am finally showering and washing my hair with 2 hands - LOL - way too funny!!
The only thingy is that my scar is pretty nasty - looks like teeth marks. Not that I don't luv teeth marks - LOL - just prefer to get them in fun way ...
He did mention "skin graphs" again - UGH! He can only cut so much in the same place. So, yeah, this like a major concern. Just trying not to think bout it unless and until I have to ...
Keeping positive ...
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Sew My Hole ...
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Posted:Aug 4, 2016 8:58 pm
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2016 3:18 pm
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I can sew a button on - barely - LOL - no mad skills in this department. Sewing machines are made for rite-handed people. If you ever really look at one, notice how the set-up is. Where the different buttons are - how the thread goes thru. It's jacked up for a "southpaw" to comprehend. Yes, I have tried learning , from someone who is rite-handed. Just as I did to knit/crochet - and that didn't go well either - LOL ...
Plus, considering that I am a walking klutz on wheels ... some days crayons are even too sharp - LOL - the chances of me having to make an ER visit due to a sewing machine mishap are more than high ...
So, the other day, I was heading out. Before I left, I decided to put my hair up in a clip. When I was done, I got out a hand mirror and looked at my hair from the back. It was fine - but what wasn't fine was one of my favorite dresses. Noticed a little tiny hole close to the top of one of the straps - UGH - highly dislike wardrobe malfunctions - at the last minute or otherwise - GGGRRR! Off came the dress so that I could further examine it. I tried to "rig it" so the hole would disappear for a few hours. It's where the straps crunch up, something the huge majority of the human population wouldn't even notice. Didn't want to be so anal retentive bout something so minor - it wasn't even like my dress was going to be touched - LOL - way too funny! Yet, I couldn't put it back on. My OCD just wouldn't allow for such a thing ... crazy, I know?!
My mom always sewed my stuff. Especially when she moved in - had a bag-o-stuff for her to mend - and she enjoyed it. This is the first time I had a sewing issue since she died in November of 2015 while living here. Out of habit, I called her, "mom, I need help with my outfit!!!", in a total state of panic. It was such a surreal feeling when I realized what I had done - that she wouldn't be answering me. Waited for an idiot moment to kick in ... tho, it never did ... went bout my day ...
One of my D/s sisters is a sewing expert - LOL - and has been my "go-to person" for the last 10 years after my mom. Texting conversations can be pretty funny ...
Me: have a hole can you sew it for me LOL Her: uuummm that's not my area LOL tons of our friends to choose from that luv sharp and pointy from pussy lips to mouth lips and all places in between LOL Me: uuummmm yeah I know LOL the next time I want my body parts sewn together will make an appointment LOL Her: uummmm wait not so sure we are talking bout the same thing LOL Me: uuummmm yeah probably not LOL Her: uuuummm what hole? LOL Me: uuuummm - the hole in my fucking dress LOL Her: oh LOL can do LOL Me: okies, sweet LOL thank you! LOL Her: anytime LOL Me: mom is laffing her ass off rite now LOL Her: yeah you think LOL Me: hagd hugs n luv you Her: hugs luv you too
Yeah, this is my life ... and it's pretty fucking stellar ...
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Auto-Immune Disease ...
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Posted:Jul 27, 2016 8:14 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2016 8:44 pm
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I am recovering from having more poison cut out from my body. The last time was September of 2015. It's a fairly common occurrence in my life for the past bout 15 years or so. Bad stuff gets trapped and can't find a way out. Mostly, under my arms and on my boobs is where the poison tends to be. So, yeah, if you don't like scars ... eh ... The thing is that if they have to keep cutting in the same places, their mite be skin graphs involved. Trying not to think bout this. The poison can also get into my bloodstream = not good at all ...
In preparation for my surgery, I had 10 vials of blood drawn. I much prefer good pain - needles of a different kind are better! Went into a slight panic attack as the lady, nice as she was, was getting ready to put that band on my arm. Rather politely, I informed her that I have no veins in my arms. Of course, they never listen to me. After looking at them, determined to find one, she responds with this: "yeah, no veins in your arms" - imagine that - go figure! As if I didn't know this ...
Into the top of my hand goes the needle - UGH! She was talking to me, trying to keep me calm. When she asked me what I was doing over the weekend ... yeppers - she was not prepared for my answer: "considering I am having surgery Friday, I will be stoned on weed and Vicodin. How bout you? She felt terrible - was pretty funny tho and this did distract me while my blood letting was taking place ...
Next, we move to the removal of my girly bit piercing. My hubby was convinced he could get it out - usually I go to the piercer. They PREFER all piercings are removed. They generally don't tell you this, but, if you can't get them out, they "tape them up". Not so fond of that idea, so I always do my best to get them out. So, on the massage table I go, spread eagle. The lite was minimal - hard to see. So, my D/s Mommy gets out her cell and uses the flashlite on it. Yeah, all I could think was if I see a pliers, I am outta there! After bout 6 minutes or so, my hubby announces that he can't get a grip of it. Normally, I don't mind being my own "slip and slide". It's difficult to hold ball and turn the other - the bar is mega tiny. My D/s Mommy decides to get a paper towel to "dry" me ... oh, good fucking lordy ... Nothing like sandpaper being wiped on the bits, you know?! After what seemed like forever, out it came. Halfway there. Now, the placer had to be put in. This is like a minuet piece of clear plastic - even smaller than the barbell. The round piece to hold it on - couldn't get that in place . Changing my boobs piercings to plastic placers is easy - I change these all the time ...
The morning of the surgery, I was a hot fucking mess. Thirsty - hungry - just plain anxious. My D/s Mommy took me to the hospital and waited the whole time for her baby-girl. She never left my side until I they carted me off to get sliced. The nurse said to us this: "I remember you from the last time - your "situation" was quite different. You aren't partners ... what was it ...?" We looked at each other, trying to figure out how less weird it would sound if my D/s Mommy said it or I said it. She just blurted out, "I am her husbands girlfriend" ... yeah, that pretty much sums it up - LOL - if you really don't want to know then DON'T ASK ...
The doc came in and wrote on me where the incision was going to be. This part was fucking kewl - definite "being written on" fetish"!! Time to put my IV in. They were very nice bout not putting in my arm and using the top of my hand. Which, is still a little bruised from everyone poking at it with sharp and points = bad ouchies! The last thing I remember was listening to one of my fav songs on my I-POD. After that, upon waking up, I immediately pulled at my bandages. Allergic to regular tape. Of course, that was what I wrapped in. Great - thanks in advance for my nasty rash that I am going to have for weeks!!!
My D/s Mommy got me home and up to bed while my hubby went to get my Vicodin. This was my savior for sure. She stayed overnite and one of my D/s sisters came in the morning to take over helping at my house. She made breakfast, then my D/s Mommy went home. My D/s sister spend the next 2 days cooking - hate giving up control of my kitchen - LOL - was worth it tho! She made all kinds of stuff that I don't. Especially anything with beans - eeewwww. Rice & beans - chili - chicken & pineapple - chicken curry - stew. My freezer is now stocked for awhile!
On Sunday, my bandages came off. Holy fuck on a cracker - NASTY incision with a tons of stitches. My D/s sister helped me shower and washed my hair. I dreaded having to get taped up again, tho, my hubby got me paper tape - YAY!
Getting my girly bit piercing back in was rather interesting. Again, the paper towel. Again, the flashlite from a cell. This time is was my D/s sisters. All back to normal now - feels weird not having the metal in my body ...
My house is once again quiet. Feeling better and weaning myself off the Vicodin. Hate taking pain meds for more than bout 5 days or so. Showering my myself is somewhat problematic - washing my hair even more so ...
As usual, it's a slow recovery process. Can't wait to get back to my normal routine. One day at a time ...
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One Day ...
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Posted:Jul 16, 2016 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2016 8:52 pm
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Written by mstrixietrixster ... May not be reused or republished in whole or in part without the author's expressed, written consent ...
Ever so elusive you seem Tho I saw you in my dreams When the time is rite You will come into site
Then I saw your smile There could be no denial Gently calling out to me To let myself be free To walk hand in hand Upon this massive land To feel the outline of your lips Tracing them with my fingertips Looking into each other's eyes As we kiss under the skies You carefully take my mind Allow me to leave all worries behind My body, soul, and the rest of me Are then things I will allow you to see I trust you to take me there And truly do know you care Without hesitation do I give Then I will know how to truly live To you I fully commit And I totally submit
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2 Minute Phone Call ...
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Posted:Jul 14, 2016 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2016 2:52 pm
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Him: nice to talk to a real person ...
Me: yeah, I agree ...
Him: the few real people I have talked think they are going to find more than sex here ...
Me: my profile is pretty clear - I am not just looking for sex. Too kinky for a nilla site ...
Him: my last relationship, she was too vanilla. Judging by your pics, you aren't ...
Me: yeah, just to reiterate, not just looking for sex ...
Him: so what's the kinkiest thing you ever did ...
Me: yeah, I actually need to like someone as a person. Yeah, can already tell this isn't going to work for me. Good luck. ...
CLICK ...
Broke my record for the shortest "lets see if we mesh on the phone" conversation ...
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My Visit To The Cemetary ...
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Posted:Jul 6, 2016 8:21 pm
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2016 10:35 am
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Today, I visited my mom for the first time since she died in my arms last Turkey Day. It was one of my top priorities to do before I have to get more poison cut out of my body in a few weeks. I needed to talk to her - just in case something were to happen ... just in case I didn't come back from "the other side" ...
This morning my aunt was supposed to meet me at the cemetery. Was a little pissed - she cancelled last minute. Headed to the beach. Over it now ...
Anywho, as difficult as I knew it was going to be, I made the conscious decision to do this by myself. At first. Then, I thought maybe not. After texting with one of my D/s sisters for support, . Of course, I got a little lost, GPS and all. On the way, all these thoughts went thru my mind, things I wanted to tell my mom ...
I get to the crypts, park, remind myself to breathe. As I walked to the top of the steps, all the memories of her funeral hit me. Tears - sad tears. How everyone gathered that day last November to see her body laid to rest - see her spirit leave and fly upward. One of my most surreal things ever for me. Was somewhat eerily creepy walking down those steps into a wall of physical resting places. It took me a bit to find her. Once I did, I sat down, looked up at her, smiled. She was in a better place - no more suffering. And, she was now with her . This is something she has wanted for a long time. Tho, on the subject of my brother, eh ...
I shared with her how my hubby got a raise at work. That my D/s Mommy and hubby are still happily involved. So blessed was I - they got along so well and bonder while my mom lived here. She accepted my lifestyle, my D/s family and friends. My sometimes stubborn behavior - a trait which I inherited from her. Told her bout my upcoming surgery. It always made her sad when they had to cut me open. "Mom - Vicodin ..." is what I would say. I would tell her it was more cause of the scars. She would say that it's not like I am 30! As if I needed that little reminder!!! Shared some of my horrid dating stories with her . Now my doggie now sleeps in the bathroom, senses my mom there, as she never got to say bye to her. How my doggie now eats eggs and rice every day for breakfast - chicken and rice every nite for dinner. It was very cathartic for me. And, well, I just rambled, eh ...
When I got back to my car, I noticed the bugs had decided to feast on my body for a snack - UGH! Didn't even realize this. Her body lies at rest - her spirit enjoy total freedom - total happiness. Free from the trappings of a physical shell ...
So decided that I was going to see my maternal grandparents while I was there. That was a little hard for my sense of navigation. Probably better off, as my brother is buried there. Tonicness, tho, I digress ...
I am very much a spiritual creature, as opposed to religious. Those who leave us only do so in the physical form. Their spirit is released - able to see anything - do anything - complete freedom. No sickness, no pain ...
My mom was a strong woman. Today, she gave me the strength to be strong ...
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Doll On A Shelf ...
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Posted:Jun 17, 2016 8:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2016 1:46 pm
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I do so adore being your "doll" ...
Dressing up for you the way you like. Wearing my hair & make up to suit your tastes when we cam chat. Letting you dissect my parts - mind - soul - spirit - heart. Handing myself over to you - completely pliable to your will. Moldable to your every whim. You the puppeteer - me the puppet ...
I have given you all I have to give - you took everything. The last step - the consummation of our relationship - the intermingling of our physical bodies ...
Been preparing for our long weekend getaway ... so excited as each day passed ... 1 day closer to seeing your smile - hearing your laff. Feeling your lips on mine for the first time. Your hands on my bare flesh for the first time. Making luv for the first time, so passionate & erotic, so intense, in such purity & innocence. Being your cum-slut, your fuck-toy, just a vessel for your pleasure ...
Caring for you so dearly & deeply, can't say there is anything that I would deny you., should you crave it. Sexually or otherwise ...
I do so adore being your "doll" ...
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I won't allow you take your "doll" out to play only when it's convenient for you. I won't allow you to tether your "dolls" parts & toss them aside. I won't allow you to cover your "doll" in cobwebs until you have time to dust her off. I won't allow your "doll" to be an option ...
I do so adore being your "doll" ...
Tho, I won't allow you to put your "doll" on a shelf ...
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16
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17
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18
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19
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201
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21
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22
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23
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24
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25
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26
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27
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28
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