Random thoughts from an erotic mind. — I’m fucking annoyed beyond belief with people. Why do people love drama? I try to live as drama free as possible. It’s not good for me, so when I see people not only participating in drama but starting it, it blows my mind. There was an incident at my son’s…

Karma’s fingers played between her damp thighs under the moonlight, not knowing what was about to happen. — No matter how hard I dig my nails into the back of my head, I can’t shake the tingles that have plagued me since I woke up. My long blonde hair is a mess as I slowly drive myself insane. Sleep evades me. I’m too hot, and then I’m too…

An honest look into mental health and finding our place in the world. — Hey, you. You, there! Yeah, I’m talking to you. I want you to know that the light within you is so fucking magical and bright! I don’t want you to let anyone try to take away your shine and glow. No one. Do you hear me? I don’t care if…

The fifth try was a charm. — I’m sweating between my boobs. That’s how nervous I am. I need to pass this test desperately. I think I’m the only 24-year-old woman in the county that doesn’t have her driver’s license. It’s not for lack of trying. I’ve taken the test four times and failed by one point…

I’m not impatient. You are. — Today, we talk about chickens. Why? Because when I need them the most, they are on vacation. With the price of eggs skyrocketing, I could really use the dozen eggs I get a day to use and sell, but no…they aren’t laying yet. They will start soon, I hope. They…

Our first time playing together didn’t disappoint. — “Hey babe, do you mind if Camille comes over tonight?” Jeff is standing in the kitchen, pressing his fingers into the steak to ensure it’s cooked perfectly. “Oh? Like come over, or “come over,” come over?” The moment I mention Camille’s name, I have his full attention. “That depends. Are…

I’m innocent, I swear! — Sometimes a girl just needs a big fat cucumber to sink her teeth into. I mean that quite literally and mention it because I went grocery shopping today and went to two different grocery stores just to find that no one has cucumbers. I fucking love cukes, and this is…

“Big John” is 6'6" tall and well over 300 pounds, and yet, he’s my good girl behind closed doors. He likes to be used and abused by me, a barely five-foot tall, petite blonde girl — A panty-wearing sissy story. — “Are you sure you are ok here with Big John for the day?” My husband Dave’s concern for my welfare is cute and amuses me. Anytime we visit his family on the other side of the country, he gets paranoid that his dad will make me uncomfortable. Big John is…

And it’s cold. Maybe they are related, or perhaps not. Who knows. — Am I the only one who gets exhausted on the weekends? God damn, sometimes I think I push myself too hard. We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning watching the circus. I mean, the house speaker votes. All I have to say is that it’s an embarrassment…