November 5 of No nutt...nuthing...November EAT. emotional admittance terminated. :)
A picture of a sign reading, “Stay off the Animals Thank You!” funny, means there was enough animal on activity to necessitate a sign to say keep off of them! Oh wow I fucking found the session our blindfolds were removed! Fucking hot and ahhhh makes my heart smile when I remember. He had me remove mine and saw him blindfolded but then had me look up at the stars and the moon. I smiled, it was a pretty night. Then he had me bring my head down to look at him, no blindfold. I remember I could feel his momentary nervousness and my heart warmed for his vulnerability. Session 16 it was maybe I will post. Ah another memory was his highlights- something of a rarity will he share but this time he said the only thing on his highlights was that he remembered how happy I looked when I looked up at the stars. When I retold my friend this I was crying a bit, happy tears my heart was smiling and asked her why she thought I was happy crying, she said because I felt seen. Yes. Finally seen literally with the removal of blindfolds but seen by him. Ugh. Still working on organizing all the writing of sessions. Discovered another gem! Well the time he gave me gifts, a dried up jeep sticker it was a regift something about jeeps are for girls- not my thing the girlie part and the toy! BUT I remembered he used to scold me or have serious talks with his dick in my mouth...lol. I don’t know why he stopped. Sphincter Spasms. Sitting here most of the day organizing the hours of cockworship caused my asshole to spaz. Now my mind is going with it. I didn’t word vomit thankfully. Just spent too much time editing videos of my worship on a large candy cane and video clip of my tits. Being in my toxic environment, I really can’t keep my head on straight. I can’t relax, I’m constantly reminded this is emotionally unsafe here. Play partner that feels more than just play to keep reminding me this is to keep it hot. Maybe if I could get a fucking cup filled I would feel stronger, safer and more connected with others; my anxious brain could take a rest. Whelp. I jumped. I’m tired of shit.
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