Pampered

 My mind keeps circling back to the day we had this last week... mostly to their beautiful eyes peeking out from under my huge tits... 38G for those who know bra sizes, lol... eyebrows lifted, eyes glittering with delight, mouth sucking and kissing... me hovering above... an intoxicating vision that makes my pussy moist and tingly.

I have also been thinking a lot about suckling their nipples and pulling those nips between my teeth. I suckled as deep as I could and then released after listening to their sounds... When their small sexy tits were dangling above me, I really wanted to chew them up, but this was our first time playing and I wanted it to be more sensual. So many sensations left to play with down the road. 😈

The awesomeness that is the contrast between our skin tones and our breast sizes was captivating. I found it adorable when they rubbed my nipples on their nipples, sending light tingles through my body...

Speaking of tingles, their nails running all over my back, sending goosebumps throughout my body, was phenomenal. Almost as good as the delicious ravioli they made me, pampering me so wonderfully. 

Touching

We were able to see each other again yesterday for a little while before the rest of the group came over for a hangout, which has changed to watching a movie and eating dinner since paddleboard season is over. I was so nervous when they got to my house, with their yellow shadowed eyes... I quickly gave them a hug and their arm lingered on mine, fluttering the butterflies... then I showed them around the yard to see all of the changes that we have made... Our backyard homesteading project has been a project, if you know what I mean...

When we came inside, we sat and chatted, as close to each other as the butterflies would allow... friends came over and we got loud with laughter as we caught up on what had happened in each others lives over the last week... while getting dinner, I turned around quickly and caught their eyes, growling lightly in their direction. Throughout the movie, we got closer until all I could think about was their hand on my leg, wiggling their fingers... touching me... which was our plan... to get used to touching each other. 

You see, I am not really cuddly with my friends, so that is something new for us. Touch is not one of my love languages, but I see now that touch is an important part of a sexual/romantic relationship to me. Each touch, from resting my legs on their lap to touching their arm with my fingers in the same rhythm they were tapping my leg to get more touches... warmed my body and made my nipples tingle. 

They had to leave early, so I whined noooo before getting up and walking them out to their car. We hugged and nuzzled and they reached for my butt while asking again if they could touch. I said yes and leaned in to grab my own handful of their sexy soft butt...nuzzling in again with a little growl... definitely looking forward to next time.

Opening Doors

It's been a bit since I've written, and not because things haven't been happening... just haven't been bitten by the writing bug until now... I have been able to see growth and shifts within my relationships and the hubs has definitely been on board. His Phoenix has been a nice addition to the house and man, when she took over cooking 2 days a week, I figured it couldn't get any better.

And then, a dear friend of mine came over 3 times in 1 week a few times... 

Now this friend is very pleasant to look at and to talk to. Everything about our time together is a blast. We have been seeing each other twice a week for hiking and paddleboarding for the summer and they make me laugh with their jokes and the sound of their laughter brings me joy. We have known each other for 18 months and have totally connected over that time on a friendship level. While I have found them attractive, I've never broached the topic further due to how far they live away and how they have always said they are not very social and found that the time we had spent together was the perfect amount. 

I had made them aware quite a while ago that one of my baseline requirements in a romantic/sexual relationship is to see each other 3 times a week. So when we saw each other 3 times in a week for a paddleboarding session, they playfully joked about making out with a Scott Pilgrim reference that I didn't catch even though I love that movie, lol... unbeknownst to them, I had been thinking on kisses myself because maybe the distance wasn't too far if they had already come out 3 times a week... maybe I could open a door... and then that joke opened it for me...

The next few days we texted hesitantly... both of us trying to figure out how to move into this new phase... both of us looking forward to hiking and stirring butterflies within each other. That 4.3 mile hike gave us a lot of time to talk as did the ride to brunch and home after, especially around texting... getting out of the vehicle, we embraced and I nuzzled my face into their neck, licking the salty sweat on my lips after pulling away... I can close my eyes now and still taste them. Still feel their body pressed against mine and their nuzzle into my sweaty skin.

From that moment, we have been able to open our communication even more with texting. Teasing and playing through words, planning and anticipating time together. It makes me smile everytime they send me a message. Just knowing that I am taking up space in their beautiful and talented mind. And oh the writing, the exchange of thoughts, completely turns me on... I am such a sapio/demisexual that I couldn't ask for a better potential partner. 

Sometimes, Things Change

 I am fucking sick... Trying to work, but i keep coughing and sniffling when I talk and that really just had guys leaving as soon as they entered my page... which is super awesome with the bills I have... whoop whoop... I am thinking I may just need to cut the social life for a little bit and focus on working my butt off, once I am not sick again. 

In trauma therapy (HARD AF), I finally uncovered the deeper trauma that I suffered that created the DID and it seems as though my DID has now gone into some kind of remission. I would love to say it is cured and I am fully integrated, but I have felt cohesive before and then it all fell apart again, sooooo... that being said, I have been using therapy the last couple of weeks to look at aspects of my life, relationships, feelings and where they all are now that the rollercoaster in my brain has stopped.

This week has been a toughie as I am now working on anger and I no longer have alcohol to kind of numb my feelings... that's right, sober for a week and a half now... and man are my emotions raw. Looking at my life, I have ensured that I have healthy boundaries and do a much better job at holding them up (dishonesty or abandonment equal an automatic exit from my life), that the people in my life are willing to hold to those boundaries, and that my feelings matter. Looking inside, I am still pushing my feelings to the side (especially anger or hurt) when an issue doesn't get resolved and it is something I have talked about before. 

This is telling me that I believe my feelings matter enough to be heard, but not necessarily enough to be acted upon. I know I am okay with this in relationships where I don't act on the other person's feelings. In relationships where I make changes to bring joy or peace to someone else, I am learning that I am wanting my feelings to matter and when they don't, it hurts even more. I may have to make more changes to resolve the pain... and while that is scary, I also know it will be better for everyone in the end, including myself. 

Catching Up

Well... I had a shit ton of experiences to type about and share in here and I let too much time pass and now I can't trust that I will detail them well enough for my liking to refer back to...I was suffering migraines pretty bad... my job that included staring at 3 monitors of information 40 hours a week was causing my brain to liquidate, I think. I finally made a big enough error in reporting my attendance that the company let me go... surprised the fuck out of me... top 5%, customer service score of 5 out of 5 (unheard of), and 100% call quality 4 months straight... but companies are companies and rules are rules... Best benefit of being fired? No migraines have happened since I left :)

So what did I start doing again? That's right, camming!! I really love it too! Its a lot of fun and I get to play around with fun stories and create an imaginary alter ego life that allows my creative writer juices to be used. I think I may also use this time to finally write an actual book... maybe something about my life... maybe something fictitious... I guess I will get to see...

Before I move forward though, I did want to capture notes I left for myself on a written notepad from 10/11/23.

- I found a Babygirl for a minute... the connection really helped me define what I am looking for even though she found someone else and I found out through a social media post... I had so much fun going to the resort and being pampered. In the end, her man, linked in through vid chat, was kinda obtuse and a bit disrespectful in my opinion. Kinda made me feel like a whore, being bought with a nice resort and a fancy meal. All together though, a brief little whirlwind of fun... We even got to play at Princess's house on his bed.

- I still have my Princess, although I am probably going to start calling him Cutie from now on. As my mind shifted to this new me, I lost the taste for him in panties. I think it is because I find the thrill in making dominant men wear panties and he is my submissive, so it’s too easy to get him to do it, lol. I did give him a taste of exhibitionism at my house, stripping him down on the couch facing away from the  others in the room, who all left right before I started beating him so he thought they were watching when they weren't. A nice little mind fuck I thoroughly enjoyed. The extra anxiety and excitement at others being there to watch him get played with. We also fucked at his house and tried fucking at my house, with my Daddy Bear watching... lol... I definitely prefer him as a cum dispenser ;p

- Cutie brought a Kitten into our lives that has been a lot of fun to play with. She lets me beat her ass good and hard and lets Daddy Bear fuck her in the ass as well. We have been able to enjoy threesomes and other fun times. 

- Sire popped back up, like he does... I couldn't even remember everything around our last contact because I was Foxy then and I am Jennifer now and the information just wasn't available. Got back into therapy and my singularity dissolved back into the mess of DID and I remembered everything and blocked him on my phone so he cannot reach out to me again.

- My DaddyBear has stayed by my side through everything. He is doing well and I have really enjoyed watching his relationship with the Phoenix grow and blossom. They have only had one rough spot in the last 3 years… their connection gives me hope that I will find the one I am looking for to spend more of my life with.

- DID has been a fucking struggle with a lot of progress and I am finally seeing a light at the end of a tunnel, I think... I was able to get enraged and not lose myself to Daphne just this last week. I could hear her thoughts on how to handle the situation and acknowledge them without them taking over... without her taking over and shattering things and feelings... this is progress. I could hear Foxy's sadness at losing her best friend without actually knowing what the fuck happened and acknowledge the feeling without her people pleasing side coming out to make everything all better... to live in the suck that was created instead of letting well defined boundaries be trampled, hurting myself in the long run to make things feel better now... it fucking hurts in other ways that will be short term, but painful nonetheless... this is progress. I am still losing myself to Jenny sometimes during sexy time with Daddy Bear, but I think it's cuz I still have some trauma to work through with my little to give her back her voice, silenced by sexual abuse. Even just being able to recognize and define this is progress. Jordyn is here and I can hear their quiet appreciation for beautiful women and the thoughts of handy improvements that can be done around the house. I kinda wish that Jordyn would take over and get all this work done, but I am grateful that I can hear what needs to get done. Usually, I can't hear Jordyn at all, so this is progress. 

Alright... I think that catches us up to today... for the most part anyway.