What it is?

11/15/2017

What it is Wednesday… Can we fucking believe there is 8 days until Thanksgiving, 40 days until Christmas Day, and 47 days until 2018 is official. Wow! Blown away! I am always blow away by time. How it passes and things are just ever evolving and changing and had someone told me 11 months ago that I’d be where I am today, I would have not believed it.

5 + years of being completely faithful, 2 years practically alone and masturbating for a fucking hobby, fast-forward to 2017 –  1 psycho ass girlfriend, 1 fuckboy one-night stand and 1 guy I want to love on for the rest of my life and he has no clue later… here we are. Minding my business, staying in my lane. Yes, I need to make improvements, don’t we all though.

On 8/29/2017, I rewired my life, completely shook it up, changed almost everything about it. I literally have torn myself down for the purpose of rebuilding. Rebuilding it to be better in every aspect. Patience. There will be good days, and even really fucking great days too. But there will definitely be some bad days too, you just have to remember, it ain’t a bad life, just a lil bit of a bump in the road, keep pushing forward bish.

 

11/16/17

I did not finish writing yesterday, I still have been all over the place. I am frazzled as fuck and I have a feeling it’s in the air. Mercury goes into retrograde on 12/3/17 and I wonder if that has something to do with it, or lack of dick. Who knows? Again, I am hella open minded but I am not a free spirit with my time, energies and efforts. I can’t just go out and find a random dick to fuck, it ain’t me. But I am dying, I have not had sex since 10/25/17! My daily jogs and work outs do not  help my situation. After a work out I am exhausted and stress free and horny as fuck and I get no fucking release, despite me asking, “Do you have energy for me?” And I get the response “I am exhausted.”

Bruh!

This is where I am so done. I do live fairly close to The Todd, I got paid this week, zero fucks and no damn shame. You can be easily replaced. Just make sure you step your game up because once I take it there, you’re cut off and you won’t even be able to just smoke with me.  Yes it’s like that! These aren’t times that I need you to be a reserved gentleman, I need you to be a fucking dog mmmkay.  Short of looking you in the face and telling you “FUCK ME PLEASE” – I honestly do not know what to do anymore. The fucking frustration is too much for me right now. Legit.

Plans for the day:

Leaving work at about 3pm, will get home about 3:45pm and will clean and do laundry and while laundry is going, I will get on the treadmill and work up a sweat. Shower and get ready for a business meeting at 6pm and then afterwards, I have some weed to go pick up. Hopefully, this man will call me for some pussy.

Yeah, I am hella frustrated today. So I’m out.

 

XOXO – Always offensively yours,   D.

 

 

 

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What’s your fantasy?

11/9/2017 –

 

I don’t really have one, I have many. I did not elaborate what kind of fantasies though. So let it rip, what are yours?

 

11/14/2017 –

Welp!

Well happiest of Tuesdays to y’all. I skipped out since last Thursday. It was one hell of a hellacious few days.  In my feelings and just all over the fucking place. I felt so out of sorts that I did nothing this weekend but pound the pavement and walked and brisk jogged a bit over 10 miles between Saturday and Sunday and then Monday, I put in just shy of two miles. It helps take my mind off of things beyond my control that still somehow manage to absolutely consume me.  Then the downside is the free running endorphins and a sex drive with no outlet.  Okay so we go and run some more because instead of staying hydrated and minding my own fucking business, I stress of these people and their inconsistencies. Why tho?

Because reasons and that’s all I got right now. At work right now and worrying about when it will be that I can get some fucking consistent dick.

Cheezus what fucking first world problems right?

I’m signing off until tomorrow, I have some masturbating to go do. Here’s to hoping my clit doesn’t fall off from all the fucking rubbing I’ve been doing lately.

XOXO – Always offensively yours,   D.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not for the faint of heart…

11/08/2017

Maybe I am not meant to have “true happiness”. Single since 2015 and I jus don’t know how people actually date these days.  Life is fairly simple but yet we insist on making it so fucking complicated. I hella miss the days that you could approach someone and spark a conversation. These days, we meet on-line and begin our interactions based off of superficial fuckery, because lets face it, you didn’t read the profile and chose because the thumbnail of his/her picture that is attractive to you. Not I. I value people more than that. I value myself more than that. Hey, I am not saying I have not met someone on-line, I have. Not to any success however, so I cannot really express any true positive experiences as far as that goes. This is rather sad and disheartening when you consider that I am almost 36. At this age, men and women should know better but what’s out there for those that are actually looking for some loyalty?

Again, I have been single for about two years and just in the last 4 months I have met two men, both in their early 40s and let me tell you, I have been unimpressed with how I have been regarded. Not one matched my enthusiasm or matched my efforts at being sweet and nice.  I am utterly sweet and nice, so much that I may give you a cavity, real talk. That is just who I am, not a façade or a front, it is who I am at all times. But I want the same in return. I’m available. I’m open. I want and need the same in return. Open minded and adventurous but not a free spirit when it comes to my energy and efforts.

I love like I fuck, HARD! My kind of love ain’t for everyone. Not for the faint of heart. I am down, open minded, good, game and giving. You want head? Done. In my ass? Hold up, let me clean out a bit. I can keep going but I think most get the picture. Just don’t make me beg for your attention, because I am pretty much available at all times. Hey, maybe that may not be healthy but I am. My schedule stays pretty open considering that I do not have children of my own. I just want and would appreciate a random message letting me know that you’re thinking of me.

I am a pretty positive person. I like motivation and positive affirmations – that “Good Morning” text don’t pay the bills but it puts a smile on your face and to me, that shit is priceless. If you’re lucky enough to date me, you will be greeted in the mornings with a good morning text and an affirmation for positivity with good vibes and hopes for a kick ass day. But bitch, I want that in return, acknowledge me! Match me. You don’t do things to expect anything in return, and you can believe that I never do but I really appreciate the start to the morning on that kind of note. For those that have not caught on to it yet, it all begins with the mind fuck and in my opinion, it starts in the morning and plays on through the end of the day when you finally sit down after a good meal and smoke a nice joint. After said joint it  moves into the bedroom where you physically play out the explicit mind fuck.

Play with this pussy, fuck this pussy until it cums so hard that you’re swimming in it. Then let me lick it all clean, then you move to my ass where you cum and then afterwards, you eat this pussy. Just a short of what could possibly play out on a regular week night. On the weekends though… That’s another story for another time.

Point is, match this effort. Match the enthusiasm. Match the love. Tell me that you’re thinking of me, that I’m on your radar. It’s only going to benefit you. I bet on it.

 

XOXO – Always offensively yours,   D.

 

 

Match me.

11/7/2017 – 0700

Match my enthusiasm. Match my effort. Match my ambition.  This is honestly all I ask for. I don’t required constant attention but if I say “Good Morning” – Don’t just chuckle, FUCKING SAY IT BACK GOT-DAMN-IT! Match my enthusiasm for life. I like giving positive affirmations and to provide motivation. In turn, I want the same in return. Motivate me, tell me to have a kick ass day, tell me I’m doing great if that’s the case. I love that shit! Most women do, if you  didn’t know, now you do.

Never underestimate the attractiveness of matched effort. Whatever you can do to put a smile on her face, you can trust that her pussy responds to that too, remember that.

Last night was weird, my body wanted rest and I did just that, in bed by about 2030 (8:30pm) – I had had it mentally and just wanted to be a recluse and did just that. I woke up the first time just a bit after 2230. I put on a pair of sweatpants and headed outside with bong and grinder in tow, time to meditate. I had two nugs left, I broke up one and will re-up later tonight about 2000 with an eight. Kill yourself right now if you don’t realize that everyone, and I do mean everyone has a vice or two or twenty.  It’s life, and most of them are coping mechanisms. Let’s just try to be healthy about them and enjoy them in moderation, hence why I only re-up with an eighth at a time. Pot makes life so amazingly beautiful but without moderation, you start to disconnect. I’ve been there before, I  don’t want to return to a space that I’m smoking to disconnect and not enhance.

I joined a DietBet yesterday that begins tomorrow, to lose 4% of your total weight. The weigh in is tomorrow so I guess I do not feel so bad that I did not really do any exercise yesterday.  I will take the weigh in pictures today and log in a work out. Again, we do this to look good naked and to keep my sex drive up, don’t hate me for that. Also, I truly noticed that the time I invest in myself is actually some of the greatest investment I have eve made. My confidence soars, my attitude stays consistently positive, these are just some of the benefits that are almost instantly noticeable, in my opinion.

Also, I need to stop wasting my beest ass, tits and sex drive years on fuckboys who don’t even have the dick to deserve it.

Here’s to wishing that everyone’s Tuesday is killer in the greatest fashion. I am still on my period and horny as ever so Tumblr has been a good friend.

XOXO – Always offensively yours,   D.

First of all…

11/6/2017 –

 

This weekend was… how is it that the youth is calling it? This weekend was “lit”. Well, from the spiritual standpoint anyhow. Full moon in Taurus with many things brewing, creativity and love are on top right now… …

A little Monday Motivation would be appreciated right now.

In the from of a little anal while you stimulate my clit and whisper shit in my ear. Tell me how fucking hot I look, make me cum all over your cock and send me off to work with a grin from ear to ear.

Maybe she’s born with it.

Naaaa. That’s that “Daddy just fucked me retarded this morning.” look.

Anal is the preference when it’s that time of the month. I am aware that may have been a bit of T.M.I for many of you but I am not here for your comfort. I’m here to keep it absolutely true to life and real to myself. If I am to speak the truth, it will be my truth. Unfiltered.

Trying to find my motivation this week, it escaped me this morning when I woke up at 3:30am and could not go back to bed. Motivation to work out and keep the momentum of ambition. The more consistent I am at really taking care of myself and actually eating well and exercising, the better I feel and the higher my sex drive is. I like this so this is my main motivation most days. Listen, at 35, I am aware of what my body wants and likes and I am here for all of it in moderation.

Wishing everyone a great Monday morning, hoping the start to the week is kick-ass and that the kick-ass sets the tone for the rest of the week to be phenomenal.

XOXO – Always offensively yours,   D.