Oh snap!

I didn’t know whether to shake my head, giggle or wince.

Women are beautiful and smart. Some women choose not to use their intellect because they have found some men are intimidated by their intelligence more so than their looks.

It shouldn’t have to matter. Women shouldn’t have to dumb down themselves to be appreciated, attractive or accepted.

Because being playing dumb is neither cute nor adorable, its tiresome. Nobody has time for that kind of mind game!



Hmm I have been thinking of naughty thoughts for most of the morning.

what I want to be doing:

M tying me to my bed, leaving a vibrator in my pussy while he leaves for his morning run. When he comes back I have soaked my sheets with cum.

He leaves me there while he has his shower. Makes his coffee. Drinks his coffee while reading his newspaper. He is clearly ignoring me.

And I am begging him to let me loose. The battery in my vibrator is dying. When he comes back into my bedroom he slowly eases the vibrator out. Gently unties me. He smiles. “I have to go work now. Have a lovely day my little sex monster.” he kisses tenderly “dont forget to change the sheets.”

Oh my god, my clit is demanding attention now!



I want your hands on my body, your mouth on my skin

Thinking of you makes it hard for me to concentrate

every part of me wonders what your touch will feel like

my body aches for it. Craves the heat of yours.

at the thought of you possessing me

making love to me ♥


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Last night had been full of angry dreams.

One was of an old crush. One was of serial killers finding redemption. One of work.

I had been in a deep sleep, laying on my back when I caught the scent of men’s cologne. I smiled sleepily, rolled over onto my side reaching for him, “you smell so good” I murmured.

The confusion began to chase the sleep away. Him?

My brain was trying to get me to wake up. But I was happy. I was snuggling up to my love.

My Love?

There was no one supposed to be here. Beside me.

I bolted up, afraid of what my brain was telling me.

I was alone.

I knew I smelled cologne.

It was quite strong. Enough to trigger my fight or flight responses.

I smelled my sheets. My pillow. My comforter. Myself.


I laid back down.

When I woke up BobCageyon by The Tragedically Hip was on my mind.


My clit is still throbbing

legs still quivering

my heart still racing

my sheets are soaked

orgasms are best before bed

when I think of you!♥

my secret romance

I need to find someone who looks at me the way Director Cha looks at Lee Yoo-mi!😍😍

the way his eyes smoulders, I want to bottle that up and spray it all over me!


Perhaps I wasn’t meant to have a relationship. Perhaps I was meant to be single.

It gets so annoying when I always have to defend myself.

No, I don’t have a boyfriend.

No, I am not married.

No, I don’t have children.

The only person who should inquire about my lack of love life is the person who wants to be with me. No one else. Everybody else can shut the fuck up!

I finished my shift, waited for my ride.

I climb into the truck, and my mother gives me a disgusted look. “You really need a life!”

What the fuck?

“I just got off work! What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded.

“So? go home get ready and go out!”

I could feel my annoyance rise.

She went on, her eyes going over me- head to toe. “how can you go out and catch a man dress like that.”

I was in my uniform. “I just got off work. I am not going anywhere because I am always babysitting!” I shouted.

My mother rolled her eyes. “Today you aren’t.”

Relief flooded me. “Good, Because I am relaxing. I am not feeling well.”

“That’s just an excuse.” she snapped. “Go get yourself a boyfriend”

Why do people believe that a woman needs a man to make her happy or successful? I don’t need a man to make me happy.  I would prefer it, but I don’t need a man!

I would be feeling wonderful, my hair nice but dressed in something like this: (not exactly)

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and she would tell me to dress up more like her:

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How about no. I am not that old yet!

My confidence has begun to suffer.Like I must not be worthy to be around. It took me years to build it up, to be able to around others. I used to have anxiety, (I believed I was toxic, and wouldnt let anyone touch me) and couldnt make eye contact. I feel like that little girl again.