CSasha

So I missed to post last new year, but let's come back to it. 2023 has been a pretty rough year, as I surprisingly lost my mother and one of our two cats.

What I missed to write is that I got a new job last year, quite necessary as my prior job has become quite toxic. Guess what, I am looking for a new job as the current one is disappointing and annoying me, having no future. Not as bad as the prior one, but bad enough to look around and switch as soon as I find something significant better...

I claim you are not getting nearly as many and as good replies to your messages to people as you could get, especially to potential partners in sex or life.

Inspired by a an older blog post, I like to share an actedote from my personal life:

I was about the age of 16 and with my older brother and his friends on a LAN party. For those too young to know, LAN stands for Local Area Network party, which meant everyone of us young people brought their chunky, heavy PC with equipment...

Happy new year to you all!

Time to have another anual look back and forward.

2021 was ending quite busy. I started in another promise with big amount of tasks. I found an awesome lover and keyholder. Very cuddly and kissy kissy, and I LOVE it and I love him. I had my first laser hair removal in a studio, only for face, hands, and feet, as recommend on consultation, and it already shows effect. I had family constellation therapy again, with a new coach, and she's awesome....

... for real.

Over the years, I have encountered so many people wanting to be forced to do things. While I want myself to feel forced their expectations come over to be forced for real. That's just not possible. Real non-consensual is illegal and should get the violator in trouble for good reasons.

For whenever it is played, hello sunshine! But that means we need a crystal-clear agreement that it is played. It needs everyone's conscience that what other and I offer to...

It has been over a decade ago when I was in a session with my husband, bend over a bar stool, being spanked with a crop on my ass cheeks. Stupid me was thinking I could make my husband stop smoking by asking to be hit until he did. Well, I cried and he stopped, not necessarily in that order. I had somehow reached by breaking point, giving me an epiphany about everybody making their own choices. Little spoiler here, he stopped on his own years later. Anyway, my husband had been a great top and stopped...