Party of Pain

I’m willing to admit that life is painful as fuck sometimes

It cuts like a knife

And let alone if you have a heart left beating in you

If your compassion is high

Or your love for others

Or your anger

Your fear

These are all forms of pain

Don’t you think?

That’s why I have my Nancy Kerigan moments or days here and there.

To sit with my pain

To cry with my pain

To commiserate with it

Who better understands my pain

But my pain and me

Don’t get me wrong

Crying rooms would be pretty awesome too

But until then I need me my party of pain (formerly known as pity party😝).

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Why does my mind instantly go to BDSM? Lol.

I told Brad I didn’t want to talk about sex until a specific day this week. This in essence pisses him off and we talk much less because he is a huge perv and every other thought seems to be sex. And I was having fun with it. Enjoying some peace and just plain conversation (albeit via mostly all text).

But I’m realizing how much I think about it too. Which maybe is a good observation anyway. It’s all about what you focus on.

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I am envisioning a red room and me in leather as dungeon master supreme who plays in all the stories she wants. But the master must get her whipping or devotion first. Right?

From pain to pleasure*. That’s life. Isn’t it? 🤣🤷🏽‍♀️💋

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*and back again

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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