Let me preface this by saying. This post may not make a bit of sense. There may possibly be a decoder ring in a cereal box that will translate this to readable English.
Because I want to write. I'm really in a good place. But....I so don't want to talk about anything and jinx it. I'm not terribly superstitious (I had a black cat whom I adored and Friday the 13th is almost always a lucky day for me) but I have been burned here in the recent past, writing all happy and silly and sub bliss-y, only to discover he was a bit fat phony (I can't stop thinking that from "The Family Guy") and I was a naive girl fooled. Not that this is at ALL the case now. I think I don't want to write about anything yet because of the promise of potential.
And yet, I find myself wanting to write. Because I'm all post-coital glow-y (solo sex) and feeling like for once I don't dread what's next. Ever since my release, I have felt terribly heartbroken. And then incredibly despondent. And also sort of panicky (to replace Him). And mostly just like....nothing good to look forward to really turns me into a worker bee. Go to work, do a good job. Be a wife and mommy, do a good job. Sleep. Repeat. All work and no play makes this girl kinda Here's Johnny-ish.
I've had an amazing book suggested ("A Reluctant Dom") and am like 75% through it. It's going to be a sobfest ending, so I'm trying to time it right so that I don't have to go to work with eyes that are swollen shut. I forgot how much I can get over myself and out of my own head and just read. I forget sometimes what a crazy book lover I am. I get in ruts, with work and staring at print too much, that I forget that a good book is some of the best time ever.
Oh, and the orgasms I've had lately. Damn. Doing specific things, with specific implements *for* someone (especially if they're not watching, listening, or even expecting a detailed description afterwards) is so heady.
The orgasms are so much more quenching, so much more of a lasting yummy feeling. Being slutty by yourself, for yourself is so terribly lame in comparison.
So I guess this isn't as cryptic as I'd originally feared. It might even make sense. Hard to say, as I think I fell asleep a half hour ago. And so, a new adventure begins....
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