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I have been writing my thoughts for ages for my eyes only. Speaking with others here I found they blog for
many different reasons. Some similar to mine.
Some I can relate to, others not so much. But underneath it all is the vulnerability in sharing one’s thoughts with a community that they feel deeply connected to. Sharing their journey, their trauma, their fantasies takes courage and I applaud each and every one of them. For me I had been thinking about it and my wonderful dominant nudged me and told me I should. He said that sharing my story may help someone else, who like me struggles with past trauma.
Everyone’s story is different, but underlying there is a thread that binds us together. Take solace in knowing you are not alone and there are others out there that have shared experiences. My blogs, though deeply personal are meant to bring light and hope and to open honest discourse.
3 weeks ago. Sunday, June 28, 2026 at 9:28 PM

When I started my journey, I had no understanding of my sexuality, how to be alluring, sexy or tantalizing. Let alone know how to give a proper blowjob. Especially since I have such a small mouth.

I would hide or be embarrassed of my assets. I am large chested and I would hide them and my curvaceous peach under ill-fitting clothing. Even after losing over 50lbs I would hide. 

Not quite two years in and my wardrobe has drastically changed. I take time with my hair, nails, the unique scent that clings to my body.

No, I don’t dress tacky or look like a cheap whore, but I wear clothing that highlights the mounds of my breasts, the curve of my hips. Heels are a staple for me now. My walk has changed as well. I feel the sway of my hips as I walk. I don’t scurry after someone anymore. I walk with presence and confidence.

Now, I play a game. I imagine myself as the little tease. I watch, I hold eye contact with men. I see them either turn away uncomfortable and flustered or they maintain eye contact. In that one action, you get a feeling as to where their mindset may be. Alas, the moment is fleeting. I turn away even as I feel eyes upon me. I turn back and give them a smile, but I never stop. The tease is in the sway of my hips, the small smile, the look of assessment and finally, the lick of the lips as I walk away.

 I miss the man that helped me get where I am today. I am forever grateful for his guidance. But in the same breath, it has left such a terrible void where he once was my whole universe. Everyday I wish things were different, but they aren’t. I will survive, I will heal, but I will never be the same. And that is okay. Because I have grown so much, learned that I am a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman with so much to give. And someday maybe we will reconnect. Until then, I will continue to grow, continue to be, continue on my journey and cherish the memories.

 

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