Solo Afternoon

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.

One last time. We were both feeling a little sad as I packed my bags. Jack had been watching sedately from the couch as I sorted my belongings. A week was a long time to be apart. In this modern age, a week doesn't seem that long with the advancements we have in technology, but after spending two weeks cuddling every night, a week apart was going to seem like a month. The thought of leaving him on such a sad note, with my bags waiting by the door, was unbearable. But my love for Jack was so deep that I was determined to change his mood, to give him one last time, knowing the emotional impact of our separation.

I wanted to treat myself by getting out of the bedroom and show myself some self-love under the Christmas lights. It felt incredibly freeing to be in an open space and focus on me, but also freaking naughty.

Just a little witchy fun this afternoon.

Ohh, my goodness! What was meant to just be a quickie turned into me surprising him with new lingerie and him surprising me with new positions! I'm so grateful we can laugh as we experiment and thoroughly enjoy each other's company.

Time to celebrate self-love this special Masturbation May!

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

What a night. Still cloaked in my raven costume, I felt the thrill pulse through me, anticipation fluttering like wings against my skin. I could barely wait for him to draw me close, his hands firm yet gentle as he lifted me high, freeing me to soar under the midnight sky. Together, we danced beneath the stars, our shadows blending in the starlight, silent whispers shared only with the night. In his arms, I became weightless, powerful—captivated by the mystery of it all.

It's a gorgeous Sunday afternoon. I feel my need, desire, and loneliness pulling my thoughts away from my to-do list and back into the bedroom. I don't have time for this, the windows are open, what if someone hears? Honestly, though...I don't mind if they do. There is nothing wrong with a little self-pleasure. I don't want to just run through the motions and I decide to slip into a little lacy, green one-piece, surprised how it melts like butter, conforming to my body. With a chagrinned smile, I realize the cup size on my lingerie is much too small for my new breasts. A good problem to have, I muse. I turn the camera on, moving in front of its eye, I'm far too critical of my body but seeing the dark green lace caressing my body, I'm a little tickled to enjoy myself. Feeling confident, I decided to take things a step further and bring out my dildo. I rarely play with him...he just brings the intense longings for a partner to the surface. I struggle to fully leave my body and immerse into the blissful release of an orgasm. But not today. Deep breath...this is about me enjoying myself.

My Dom had just left, and I failed to get pictures or videos for my guy. However, I thought to titillate his senses by sending him something to enjoy until he can reclaim me tomorrow!