Feeling Needy

After a long day at work, it's time to find a little Christmas Spirit underneath all my ruffles.

The morning light is soft… but I’m not feeling particularly innocent. No makeup, no effort… just a mask between you and me. I thought I’d let you wonder what’s underneath.

Sometimes, a girl just needs a solo afternoon to thoroughly enjoy herself on a Friday afternoon free of work and obligations.

I love this video because for 17 perfect minutes, I do not see a single mom, fretfully worried over her kids. I do not see a full-time college student with essays floating around her head. I do not see a stressed-out employee who cries every day at work. I do not see a weary body reaching with a milestone birthday approaching. Rather, for 17 wonderful minutes, I see a woman, utterly twitterpated, full of life, passion, and lust. I see a boyfriend's raw vigor and the adoration pouring from his face. So...what do you see?

Newly divorced and learning about my sexuality and my own self pleasure.

It was one of those nights were all the stars were just aligned and our wild passion had us trying a new toy!

Isn't it wonderful when a simple lunch break becomes an impassioned moment filled with gentle kisses, mind-numbing orgasms, and shared laughter? As the peaceful interlude came to an end, Jack seemed to wander off, leaving me with a hint of concern over whether the steamy session had reached its conclusion. My Inner Goddess was far from sated! Thankfully, Jack knew better as he quickly retraced his steps. And just like that, my worries melted away, replaced by wave after climactic wave!

It’s been one of those days… the kind that lingers all the way to my marrow. So here I am...bath drawn, water warm and waiting, my vibrator waiting... and what to do with this rose? I find myself wanting to be… attended to. Indulged, just a little. It feels almost decadent. Almost like something meant to be shared. I can’t help but wonder how it might feel to have someone here… someone attentive in that unspoken way, a touch dangerous with their tenderness… the kind who takes their time, who notices the small things without being told. But… I suppose I’ll have to make do with my own company tonight. Which, if I’m being honest, isn’t the worst consolation. I can be quite persuasive when I want to be… and I do know exactly how I like to be treated. Still... It’s a shame, really. 🌹

It's Saturday night, and if I'm honest, my heart is a little heavy. I've tried all the things—worked out, stayed busy, checked off the boxes of self-care—but some nights sadness lingers anyway. So tonight, I'm choosing not to run from it. I'm choosing to sit quietly with myself, offer myself a little grace, and practice the often difficult art of self-love. Healing isn't always beautiful. Sometimes it looks like a woman alone on a Saturday night, loving herself enough to stay.

Just a little witchy fun this afternoon.