Oh, look. I found something to say. Nevermind that I also lost it…
So I was cruising around FetLife, looking for something to inspire a rant or some deep thought or… whatever. Cuz, yanno, life in the Taylor y puss casa has been damned quiet and normal and uneventful for a damned long time. (For those who may not know, puss = me. Taylor calls me puss) And I’m cruisin’ around in the normal places where I find inspiration — Just us Clueless Slaves and Submissive Women Whine and Masters and Slaves Who are Better than Anyone Else...
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I’ve discovered that not getting enough sleep, getting interrupted sleep or even thinking I’m not going to get enough sleep is enough to turn me into a demon. I lash out while I’m sleeping at any touch, the slightest elbow jab, a pillow stuffed over on my side of the bed that doesn’t belong there, the t.v. being on too loud… It’s not pretty. And I’m tired of doing it. It doesn’t exactly breed intimacy. I just don’t know how to...
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I’ve talked a gazillion times about expectations. I have. I know I have. I also know that to let myself have a bunch of expectations about something pretty much sets me up to be disappointed. But I think I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not the expectations themselves… It’s unspoken, uncommunicated expectations. Those types of expectations require that everyone involved in them be on the same page and expecting, wanting and feeling up to the same...
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Taylor is thiiiiiiiiis close to having the bike put back together and running for the season and, guess what? They’re forcasting snow for Saturday and Tuesday. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot????? Wisconsin sometimes sucks ass. ——————————- I told Taylor to shut up this morning and had a damned fit over absolutely nothing. There are times I am very glad he’s not easily set off. That he understands I sometimes react like a fucking...
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My tears make his dick hard. It’s as simple – and as complicated – as that. Simple because if he can make me cry, drive me to tears, it arouses him. It doesn’t matter if I’m sobbing or if the tears are slowly leaking from my agonized eyes. Doesn’t matter if they’re pooled up and threatening to fall or streaming down my face. If I cry for him his dick grows heavy and thick. Complicated because most of my tears come when he doesn’t want them....
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