A spoonful of sugar


I’ve been back on Twitter lately

Mixing in with the various types of madness which occur when you can mingle with so many minds

The lockdown has the world sharing so many aspects of themselves

The fear, loss and anger

As well as the insatiable desires that are being withheld

While I do enjoy a well done erotic post

I have to admit that it’s the bits of poetry I find here and there…

The ones that speak to my soul and remind me of aspects of who I used to be…

Who I want to become again…

Their words rattle through my brain and on rare occasions I feel a lost tingling of lust head towards the surface

While other times a bit of cheek grabs at me and wakes up a bit of snarky humor

The other day was just such

This one gent posted a bit of a tease post and of course I had to tease back in equal measures

I really don’t flirt any more

Not with that typical Scorpio intensity as before

But I’m genuine, I can be silly and that’s its own style of flirting without meaning to

A bit of harmless fun which lacks the gagging for sexual attention

Because I’m not…

I need to feel inspired for my desires to surface, I’m a water sign after all and my lust has been sleeping down where few dare to swim

But humor is far closer and I felt inspired

So I teased this twitter-man, a self proclaimed lover of milf’s

And while I know I am a milf, perhaps not to all but by quite a few…

I decided to challenge it and prove my status

He was cheeky

Talking about a cupcake as if it was a lover

For me it was a horrible tease, not having had proper American frosting in years…

So…

Fuck it!

I’ll make my own damn frosting!

After all, being sexy is more than a pretty face and desire to fuck

There is seduction as well

They say, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I thought I’d test this and see if it adds to my charm

There is a chance that my spoonful of sugar was not as exciting as he had hoped

Being that I tagged him in a post, hours before taking my pictures… Building tension is part of seduction

But I couldn’t let that be the end of the game

Where’s the fun in only going “titt for tatt”

I like finding random people who can inspire me

I lost my muse a few years ago, my Major, I still think of him but…

There’s no going back

And I rarely speak to TinMan, while I miss and love him dearly…

Times change and life happens

So, having random bits of inspiration floating into my life…

Helps me be creative

And is much appreciated

Feel free to help inspire me

14 of 31 March photography challenge


Today’s challenge is “breakfast”

Ok I admit…

I didn’t actually eat any food until 16:00 but I did drink copious amounts of coffee

I was too distracted working on a number of things around the house and just wasn’t hungry

Then I decided to use the last of the dough from the other day

A mix of coconut flour, corn flour and normal flour…plus sesame oil and sugar, salt, water and rising stuff

It turned out like a cross between a tortilla and naan bread but with a sweetness like a thin cookie

Topping with leftovers that were pan fried to reheat, as well as a canned tomato that I diced, added shredded cheese and pan fried to reduce some of the juice… Ohhh and the cream cheese and egg…

It was fantastic and an orgasm for my mouth!

Yeah… I love cooking

This is why I cook ingredients separately and allow others to mix in what they want when eating at mine

It allows me creative freedom to take leftovers and do all kinds of tasty mad science in the kitchen

But sadly my cooking skills just aren’t sexy enough hehe

So I decided to get creative with tonight’s more erotic picture

I’m exhausted from trying to heal from a sinus infection and so much necessary housework but…

I’m heading off to Dreamland and even Mistress Insomnia won’t keep me away tonight

Tomorrow’s challenge is “someone you love”

Definitely need to get creative with that one

6 of 31 March photography challenge


Today’s challenge is “happiness”

I’ve been in a panic all day trying to figure out how to capture happiness in an erotic way…

I even posted this on Instagram

I’ve been forced into being demisexual

Through my ex husband, various lovers or wannabe lovers, the Pepe le Pew style of “MeToo” chasing

I want and need the “Gomez and Morticia Addams” style of chasing, romance, affection, communication and naughty fun

But the dating world wants to focus on the Joker and Harley type of “love” or think 50 shades of crap is the Bible for Bdsm

I know better

I want better

I GIVE better

And I sure as shit DESERVE better

So if I haven’t felt the type of happiness I need, not at the levels I crave…

How can I express this erotic “happiness” without doing a “fake it to make it” feeling

This year I’m focusing on me

Healing what others have done, what life has done and what I’ve done

Since I couldn’t think of a way to be my authentic self and show it in an image

I’m going to be playful and say food porn haha

While my boys are with me, I have to play the role of Mom, which means thinking up meals and figuring out ways to inspire them to want to learn how to cook amazingly tasty things

While still staying on a budget and large enough portions to last

Part of why I’m doing this, teaching and inspiring them…

Is because I can’t find enough of the good qualities I want in a male lover

And I know there are too many mother’s bitching about the lack of help they get from their partners, as well as their older kids…

Or getting bitched at because how dare they expect their sons to do house work… “women’s work”

Everyone should know how to cook and clean, at least on a base level, so that when they go out into the adult world…

They are capable of living without someone constantly there to wipe their ass

These are life skills and they teach time management, communication, money management, group conditions, respect…

All of these are useful skills in every aspect of life

You shouldn’t chose a partner just because your mom did everything for you and want that behavior to continue into your adult life

And mom’s shouldn’t feel as if they only exist as slaves to the home

I lived through that

I sacrificed like that

I won’t do it again

I have the potential to be an amazing wife and home maker

But I refuse if I don’t feel appreciated and celebrated

And that is one of the reasons why my marriage failed… among many other reasons

And that is why I’m working on myself now

I want to be happy again

I want to have a sex drive again

I want my HIGH sex drive back!

Because I feel like a third of my personality is missing

I feel broken

While it’s not good to overly objectify others…

I don’t drool over people I find extremely my type of attractive

Take Henry Cavill as an example

Theoretically, he is an “ideal” man… At least according to what society dictates as attractive

I can easily list off his features and seemingly his personality… But most of us have seen the Witcher…

I admit, I’ve only seen him in the Witcher and Stardust but I don’t remember him in it haha

By what society says about attractiveness …

I’m supposed to be drooling, having wet dreams and fantasizing …

Ok, yes…

I am having fantasies when I look at those broad shoulders and massive arms

I fantasize about cuddles

Do you, the reader, understand how obnoxiously lame that sounds?

Even to my own ears and eyes

But because I can’t objectify him the way others do

Because I have been so badly changed and forced to become demisexual…

Because I am often having to be badass and strong to survive everything life throws in my path

My fantasy is to put down the baggage I carry, curl up in his lap, be held and rest… To feel safe and protected

So that I can recharge and keep going with my baggage

While it may seem sweet and innocent, which it is…

It’s also fucked up

That society has forced a third of my personality into hermit mode

I’m out of balance

And while I want that part of me back, I don’t want to go overboard and express the extreme side others do and at the same time, I want to FEEL something when I look at someone

Because right now, I don’t…

So fuck trying to film erotic happiness if I don’t feel it

I refuse to be fake

So instead I made an Asian influenced chicken lasagna

Sweet, spicy, creamy, peppery, savory and an orgasm for my taste buds

Sorry if today’s challenge disappoints

But it’s about me

Tomorrow’s challenge is “luck”

This I think I can do a lot more easily

#Häagen-Daz humor rant/plea 😂


Yes I’m a bit mental

I fully admit that my humor is warped, twisted, sometimes dark and often not appropriate for the situation…. Any situation

I also admit that my body is often under caffeinated and if I’m on sleep dep… Things can get wonky right damn quick

So I’m scrolling, scrolling, scrolling…. Keep them pages rolling…. No no wait this isn’t rawhide…

So I’m going through Facebook to check what I missed during my few hours of sleep and the extra hours between coffee starting to kick in

I find this ad for Häagen-Daz and my humor kicks in

You see… France has ice cream

Not a huge selection though and all the companies seem to cover the same boring flavors

These flavors might be epicly fantastic but when you KNOW, FOR A FACT, that other flavors are out there… 

I might as well just eat vanilla

Preferably in what I coined “The Fat American”

Similar to a White/Black Russian in that it has vodka and coffee liquor but different as I do the following

Vodka, coffee liquor, caramel liquor, real coffee, milk and vanilla bean ice cream

It all gets blended (usually by spoon as I’m too lazy to want to wash more items that needed) into a sort of milkshake

I started calling it The Fat American because Russia already has two “similar” drinks and since it tastes better than anything I could get at a tarbucks…. Seemed appropriate

Also funny self depreciating humor since I’m an American in France and it fits with stereotypes associated with Americans 😂😂

So, back to my point

I saw this on my timeline 

And the following is what I left in the public comments… 

Enjoy your trip into the madness that is my brain…

Dear Häagen-Dazs serving France

You are failing me….

I KNOW you have a number of flavors! I’ve been to your locations in the states and other parts of Europe

Why are you failing to stock my area with all the tasty good things?!!

What have I done to displease you!!

Come back to me

I promise I’ll behave!

Love me the way I love you

Let me count the ways and show my devotion!… Preferably by counting with different flavors as I consume them 

I’m a ginger and it’s not politically correct to steal souls any more!! I need an alternative!!

Sincerely…

Someone who should not be texting with so much blood in their caffeine system

Dunno ’bout you but….


I’m in some serious need of a good cock…

Granted spelling is a little different and the size of just a touch too big haha

Stopped at a specialty brew shop in Poitiers, Le Houblon… 

Very cute shop and a gentleman with fantastic knowledge of the product… 

Good sense of humor too and that’s important since I’m such a chatty Cathy of wit and snark

So many choices, even the more unusual ones like the Black Perle… Coffee flavored!!

Didn’t buy it but did pick up the stronger version hehe

Also a blueberry version!

Will post pictures later and give a review or few

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