His Domestic Goddess Denial Cuckquean

April 12, 2018

I discovered Tumblr as I was searching for cuckquean gifs to send to my husband. I soon created my own Tumblr blog and continued my search for all things cuckquean. I am absolutely fascinated by cheating husbands. I appreciate men who know it takes a variety of women to satisfy all of their sexual needs. This obsession soon lead me to reading about orgasm denial which, at first, I thought no way in hell would I ever do that. I mean who would willingly give up orgasms?? They feel way too good! I am now on day 45 without an orgasm! Yay me. It turns out that not having an orgasm feels so much better than having an orgasm. This obsession has lead me to many discoveries but they are for another story at some other time. I have been actively looking for a cuckcake for me and my husband. I had all but given up hope when I received a message the other day from a beautiful woman who said she thinks my cuckquean fantasy is “fucking hot”. She also lives in Maryland and said that she would love to give my husband the pleasure he denies from me! I gave her my husband’s cell number and they have been texting. She is sexy as fuck and only 24 years old, exactly half my age! She sends me taunting messages that keep my pussy a throbbing wet mess. One thing denial does for me is increases my desire to please my husband sexually. This need is amplified knowing that there is another woman who wants to fuck my husband. I find myself thinking about my husband all of the time. 2 weeks ago, he gave me a task of scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees while naked, before I could edge. I took pictures and sent them to him at work. He was extremely pleased and gave me permission to edge. Traditional husband/wife roles excite and arouse me and I’ve been asking my husband to assign me household tasks. Earlier this week, I had to vacuum our rec room, naked, while he watched me.

When I was finished, I went to the couch where he was sitting, and sat on the floor beside his legs and leaned on him, looking up at him. Completely obedient. Nothing has ever felt more right in my life. I was in my rightful place as his wife. I sat like that for about half an hour. We had some really good conversation which lead to some incredible sex. There was a special closeness that night with lots of eye contact. I was on the edge. I wanted to cum so desperately. I told him I wanted to. I really thought he was going to let me, but instead he said, “you know you can’t have orgasms now that we have a cuckcake. All of your pleasure will go to her. Don’t you agree?” Hearing those words come from his mouth, with all the love in the world, almost pushed me over the edge. Yes, of course I agreed. He’s absolutely right. She will get everything I am denied. He then pulled out of me and sprayed his warm load all over my face and in my mouth. He told me how much he loved me and how grateful he felt to have such an obedient wife. When we first started seeing each other, John told me I was his goddess and he has truly treated me like that for the past 11 years. He told me Monday that he got me a surprise and it should arrive on Wednesday. Something to help me with my domestic responsibilities. I was so happy. John is really getting into all of this! When I got home yesterday, he told me my surprise was on the bed. It was an apron.

I was giddy with excitement. He said that when he gives me cleaning tasks from now on, I am to wear the apron with nothing on underneath. I must be the luckiest wife in the entire world.

quean-heather:

My Body Aches To Watch Him With Her

I have loved him for 10 years and have been married for just over 1 year. There’s never been another man in my life with whom I’ve been able to share my deepest desire. I was embarrassed about it for a long time, thinking there was something wrong with me. I had to be some kind of freak. I wanted desperately to watch this man I love with every fiber of my being, having sex with another woman while being denied sexual pleasure from him.

This desire consumes my every thought. It has become an obsession that has my panties wet all the time. He wants to watch me me another man but I have no interest in other men. My only interest is in seeing him sexually please other women and watching him as he is pleased by them in return.

At first, I want them to pretend I’m not even there. My presence in insignificant. I want to watch as he slowly kisses her neck and then moves down and gently pulls her nipples with his teeth before moving down her stomach and teasing her with his tongue. He can work magic with his tongue. I want him to pull her pussy lips open and watch as he licks up, down, and around her clit. I want to see her as she gasps in with ecstasy and starts grinding into my husband’s face.

I want to see her sex juice all over his face when he lifts his head. I want to hear her uncontrollable moans as he sends shockwaves through her entire body. I can’t help it, I know I’m not supposed to, but I touch myself. I’m so aroused watching my husband make another woman cum. My pussy is literally aching with desire.

Now it’s my husband’s turn. I wait with anticipation as she gets on her knees in front of the man I love. The pre cum is hanging from his cock. God, I want to taste it. I want to lick it off of him but I know it’s not for me. Tonight, a far more deserving woman will taste my husband’s juice.

As she takes his cock into her mouth, I feel like I’m going to explode, but I know better. I am only allowed to edge. My pussy is dripping wet as she expertly blows my husband’s dick. The look on his face is pure lust. I can see the animal coming out in him and I know that the moment I have been waiting for for so long is finally going to happen. My husband is going to put his throbbing cock into another woman’s pussy. This woman is beautiful and firm. Long dark hair, size C breasts which are 100% real and don’t sag. She has a perfect body. I know her pussy is going to be nice and tight around his cock. He held her close and kissed her, lightly biting on her bottom lip as he pulled away. She laid on the bed and spread her legs so that I could see how wet she was. And now, it was about to happen, my husband was going to slide his cock into another woman’s pussy for the first time in 10 years and the most excited person, the most sexually aroused person in that room, was me.

Both my husband and the woman he was fucking moaned as he entered her. My breathing became heavier as I continued to become more and more aroused. The kook on my husband’s face was animalistic. They fucked in every possible position. Then my husband looked at me and told me to get on the bed. I was so excited because I thought that he was going to fuck me as well. But instead, he had me lay on my stomach and the other woman straddled me with her ass facing my husband. He rammed her from behind with such force. The entire bed moved and the pressure of their movements caused me to have a mind-blowing orgasm.

He continued fucking her like this until she moaned in ecstasy. My husband told me that I needed to beg her to cum all over his dock, so I did. I told her that I wanted her to cover his cock with her creamy juices. She came hard. They finished there encounter with my husband spraying his cum down the crack of her ass as I stopped it all as it fell down over her hot swollen pussy. She told me that the only way I would be getting my husband’s cum from now on would be as it dripped from her pussy or asshole. It was an incredible night and I look forward to many more.

This is the first story I posted on Tumblr. So far, my cuckquean fantasy is just that, a fantasy. However, a stunningly beautiful and much younger woman contacted me today and said she would love to fuck my husband. We’ve had some great conversation so far and my mind is in overdrive now. Being denied an orgasm for the past 40 days is only adding to my arousal and desperation. This beauty said she would be more than happy to take the pleasure I’m being denied!♥️

Wives, Obey Your Husbands

4/2/18

I have an ever increasing desire to obey and submit to my husband. As my faith is an important part of my life, I turned to the Bible to see what scriptures I could find on obedience and submission. It turns out, there are quite a bit. Ephesians 5:22-24 talks about how the wife should obey her husband in everything. It also states that the husband is the head of the wife. 1 Peter 3 says for wives to respect and obey their husbands. Genesis 3:16 says that the wife’s desire shall be for her husband and he shall rule over her. 1 Timothy 2:11-12 says that women should remain quiet, fully submissive, and shall not assume authority over a man. 1 Corinthians 7:3-5 talks about the husband giving the wife conjugal rights and he has authority over her body. It also says that the husband and wife can deprive each other for a limited agreed upon amount of time.

Who knew that the Bible could be so arousing? I mean I literally became aroused while reading these verses. The Bible can be, and is interpreted differently by all those who read the Words. All of these verses serve to provide the affirmation that I was looking for to be a submissive and obedient wife. I also feel, although I could not find verses to support, that a husband should discipline his wife if she is disobedient. I know it’s in there, I just can’t find it. I can, for sure, be disrespectful to my husband. I have a mouth on me that just won’t stop contradicting him sometimes. My brain keeps saying shut up, but my mouth won’t listen. Even when I know I’m right, WHY DOES IT MATTER? He is my husband and his word is final. Period. The end. Perhaps my disobedience is intentional in the hopes of receiving the discipline that I so desperately crave. I seriously want him to bend me over his knee and spank by butt. Hard. Repeatedly. Until I cry. I want him to do it in a loving way, because it is for my own good. I want him to explain to me before he does it, why he is doing it and then as I cry, I want him to tell me that it hurts him to have to do this to me. How else will I learn?

He chooses other methods to teach me, which are both arousing and frustrating at the same time. He will deny me the pleasure of touching myself. I am currently on 3 days of no touch for my “bad behavior.” The problem with this method of education is that I tend to pout and become very bratty, which only serves to make my husband even angrier with me. Another thing he does, as a form of punishment, is to send me pictures or video clips of women having orgasms. Today is my 35th day without an orgasm. I am to be deprived of another orgasm at least until May 26th, which is 53 more days. However, he has hinted that this time is likely to be extended if I don’t change my attitude. I really do want to be submissive to him. My desire to submit to him is greater than my desire to pleasure myself. Well then why did I wash over my vagina area 2 more times than were really necessary when I got a shower? I look forward to using the bathroom so I can wipe. What is wrong with me? Something he has been doing more often lately is putting me in my place. We were at the grocery store. I said, “You don’t give me any ideas on what to make but you expect your dinner to be ready when you get home from work.” He looked at me and said, “Well that IS YOUR job.” There was a stock boy nearby and I could see a slight smile on his face when he heard my husband say that. I was degraded and humiliated, and I absolutely loved it.

I have written before about how I wish my husband would take a more active role in my denial. He has definitely been doing that. The longer I am denied and the more frustrated I become, the more aroused he becomes. My frustration is pleasing to him. He enjoys torturing me. Last night he made me put into writing how pathetic I am in my desperation. He then made me get on my knees and videotape myself naked, begging him to allow me 20 minutes of vaginal only stimulation. Of course, I did as I was instructed, and then was told no and that if I whined about it like I do everything else, that he would add days to my no touch time. I went to sleep dripping, desperate, and achy.

Can someone please come here and help me keep my mouth shut? I want to be a more submissive and obedient wife. Someone please help me.

Blah, Blah, Blah

4/1/18

34 days without an orgasm. When I’m not edging, I feel like I could go the rest of my life without one, but when I am edging, I feel like I can’t go another minute without one. The problem is that my husband put me on 3 days of no touch. Many of you may laugh at that, but for me, 3 days might as well be 3 years. I’m having a hard time. Seriously. I don’t know if my brain chemistry is off or what but I feel absolutely blah. Not sick, just blah. 😢 I’m finding out that denial isn’t always enjoyable. That makes me sad.

Ok, Cupid!

3/31/18

I’ve spent a lot of time today talking to my husband about my boyfriend (my sweet man) and his gorgeous wife. We discussed the meaning and possibility of a polyamorous relationship. We also spent the past hour looking on OK Cupid for a girl for my husband to fuck. I am so aroused right now. I mean I’m achy, needy, and desperate in my horniness…BUT… my husband put me on 3 days of no touch. He’s sitting in his recliner, looking through various dating sites, commenting on, and showing me pictures of different women he finds attractive. He makes a sound. I say, “Did you just moan looking at another woman?” He said, “Yep.”

Why does that arouse me so much? Why do I have this need, this uncontrollable desire for him to have sex with another woman? Not only for him to have sex with her, but for me to be close to him while he’s doing it. Feeling his body move, his muscles tense, the sweat, his heart racing and watching him use all of his energy to please HER. Hearing his moans, his grunts, all the little sounds of pure pleasure from his mouth as he fulfils my fantasy. I love him more than I know how to express with words.

We danced to this at our wedding.

I Need A Cuckcake

I need a sweet girl who will allow me to keep her comfortable and massage her while my husband fucks her. I want her to be as relaxed as possible so that she and my man can completely enjoy each other. I want to watch closely as they please each other. I want her to know how much I appreciate her and how much I adore her. Then, when they are finished, I want her to order me to lick my husband’s cum from her pussy and handcuff my wrists to the bed in the spare room so that I can’t masturbate while I listen to her fuck my husband in my bed the rest of the night.

Every. Little. Thing.

March 24, 2018

Every touch he gives, every kiss, every look, every word increases my desire for him.

The lightest touch covers my body with goosebumps. I think he’s intentionally driving me insane. I want more. I crave the ache that he so graciously allows me to feel.

We do this solely for his pleasure, but is that really the truth? Yes, my denial satisfies his animalistic lust and feeds his ego, which increases his need to control me. But his complete control is what I most desire.

I believe that my place, as my husband’s wife, is kneeling before him. Submitting to him pleases me. In my mind, that is how it’s meant to be. It is my right, as a wife, to be obedient to my husband. It gives me pleasure. It adds to the constant ache of being denied. When he allows me the privilege of tasting his cock, my pussy turns into a leaking faucet,

especially when I know I’m the one filling his body with pleasure. When he moans or starts breathing heavy, I feel like my pussy is screaming, begging for his touch. He is the only one who has the power to stop my aching. He chooses not to. His decision elevates my suffering, which adds to his arousal, and mine.

He prefers me to be in a constant state of desperation. He wants me to crave his touch, to beg for it, which I do willingly and unashamed. I always know when I’ve been a good girl because he rewards me with the pleasure of his tongue. He reminds me that he does it because he enjoys the sweet taste of my juice and that any pleasure I receive is unintentional.

The agonizing deliberate slowness of his tongue on my clit almost makes me cry. I beg him to go faster but my words are ignored as he says he needs to go slowly so he can savor the taste of me. He continues to torment me. The pleasure is building, the feeling is almost too intense to handle. I need to cum. It’s right there. I beg. He says no.

He fucks me. Finally. My pussy will feel some relief when he shoves his cock inside me. The feeling is incredible. He is pleased by how wet I am for him. He reminds me how he allows me to edge in order to build up resistance to giving in to that need to orgasm.

He does not like having to stop fucking me to keep me from having an orgasm. That is my job. If I fail, there will be consequences. But my constant edging is paying off. I’m able to ride a hard edge much longer than I could in the beginning. He notices my progress and then pounds me harder, almost like he’s trying to make me cum. Finally, I have to ask him to stop. I don’t want to disappoint my husband by having an orgasm.

He generously allows me the pleasure of his cum on my face and in my mouth. I love this man with so much conviction. He has taken away my orgasms but has replaced them with more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

Denial Torture

3/19/18

I am a hardheaded submissive denial slut who enjoys being degraded, humiliated, and put in my place. At the same time, I want to feel loved, admired, and wanted. Weird, I know, but that’s me. I’m a freak, but I’m comfortable with that. I am an educated professional. I help people (hopefully), and my real life can be stressful. Sometimes I just don’t want to think, so my husband does it for me. Those are the moments that I would do anything for him. After this past Saturday, I learned that I will do anything for him, even things I never would have dreamt of. John was against denial when I first mentioned it to him but he is gradually and expertly assuming his role as the keeper of my orgasms and is becoming quite comfortable with my growing frustration.

I look forward to our lovemaking now more than ever before. It is so much more pleasurable now that I have given my orgasms to my husband. We were in bed, I was sucking his cock and had him on the edge several times. Each time he has to stop me from sucking him, I feel a wave of pleasure in my pussy. I had given my husband a blowjob earlier in the day so I was already overly aroused. Then he finally stopped me and gently laid me back on the bed, kissing me. From my lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking and driving me crazy. Moving down to my breasts, groping, licking, biting, and pinching both nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

I involuntarily lift my hips and press against his stomach. I hear a low growl escape from his mouth and he continues moving down, painstakingly slow, inch by inch until he finally reaches the area I so desperately need to feel his tongue.

And then the torture begins. He knows how desperate I am. I need to feel his tongue flicking my clit or I may go insane. He knows, and he intentionally avoids getting too close. He lightly licks all around my pussy lips, not even pulling them apart.

My breathing has turned heavy and incoherent whimpering escapes from my mouth. He is so skilled and knows exactly what he’s doing. I begin to slowly lift my hips to meet his tongue, hoping for deeper penetration. He stops. “I’m sorry, I’m getting you too worked up, I’ll be more careful. Now just relax.” His words are like an aphrodisiac. I can’t relax and he knows it. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smirking. He begins again, using slight more pressure this time.

I’m more careful to be still because I do not want him to stop again. This feeling is beyond desire. I need him to taste me, for him to feel my clit on his tongue. I know how much he loves that. How can he deny himself that pleasure? His discipline and confidence are inspiring. I begin to softly move my hips again but I control my breathing. He’s impressed with my efforts, and then suddenly his tongue slips between my labia and gently brushes against my clit. I gasp and clinch the sheets in my fists as my head arches back and my entire body trembles. I try to cover my mouth so he won’t hear my moaning but it’s too late. He pulls back. I mutter something. I’ve lost the ability to speak at this point.

He looks at me with all the love in the world and says, “I’ve done it again. I’m sorry. I’ve got my girl all worked up. I wanted this to be relaxing for you but it’s obviously having the opposite effect. I will stop now so that you can calm down.” I find my words. “No, no, no, no, no, pleeaaasssseee don’t stop.” I begged him, to no avail. He got up on his knees and told me to spread my legs. “I’m going to fuck you now because my cock is hard. I’m going to fuck you hard until I cum. Please try to control yourself so that I can focus.” And with that, he rubbed the head of his cock on my clit, causing me to buck my hips, and then eased himself into my pussy.

Then he fucked me like a beast, having his way with me. Watching him, how his body moves, the expression on his face, the pure ecstasy as his thrusting increases, going deeper and deeper, brings me to the edge. I know I can’t cum. But how do I not? Ok, breathe. You can do this. Breathe. Give him your pleasure. I am moaning uncontrollably. My body is quivering.

He stops. Gently and with ease he withdrawals himself from me and caresses my body. “There you go, that’s it. Good girl. Settle down. It’s ok. I know it’s hard for you, feeling my cock deep in your pussy and wanting to cum so badly. Thank you for showing me how needy you are. You know how much I crave your desperation. That’s my good girl. You know how much it pleases me when you don’t cum, right? You’re not going to disappoint me are you?”

The last thing I would ever want to do is let him down. “It’s just so hard.” I whimper. “I love you so much. I’m so close, it’s right there.” I sound pathetic and desperate, and he yearns for that desperation from me. It fuels his burning desire for me. He forcefully thrusts his cock into my pussy, grabs my throat and fucks me hard. He’s whispering in my ear, “you’re such a good fucking denial slut, my good girl.” I can’t hold back. I tell him I’m going to cum. “No, don’t disappoint me now, you’ve been such a good wife, so obedient. You can do it. Hold it in, that’s my good girl…..fuck…I’m cumming.” How I did not cum is beyond me. My need to please my husband was greater than my need for an orgasm. My abstinence from orgasms gives him so much pleasure. It makes him proud of me. He deserves to have a wife who remains desperate, needy, achy, wet, and aroused. As we were lying there, I asked him if he ever thinks about allowing me to cum while we are having sex. He said, “why would I ever allow you to cum? I get too much enjoyment from you not cumming. You’re a much better wife this way. In fact, I’ve been thinking that we should consider getting you chastity piercings. That way, only I will have access to your clit and pussy. Yes, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced thats what you need.” This is a terrifying yet completely arousing thought to me. Im sure we will be exploring this idea much more. If I’m completely honest with myself, there’s a huge part of me that hopes he never allows me another orgasm. I am enjoying this feeling more than I like to admit.

FUCK

What have I done? I’ve created a denial Nazi. He caught me edging without permission. He was coming in the bedroom to fuck me, but because I’m a greedy little denial slut and couldn’t keep my hands off of my desperate pussy, he rubbed numbing cream all over my clit and told me that now, instead of being fucked, I would just give him a blowjob. Even as he was rubbing my clit with cream that would soon leave me unable to feel anything, I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his fingers touching my wet pussy. I crave his touch more than anything.

Being denied and desperate makes me want to devour his cock, but I take my time because that’s how he most enjoys it. I kissed him lightly from his lips down to his balls.

Then with my full tongue, I licked and gently sucked on them. I know this drives him crazy. Then using only my fingertips and starting at the base of his cock, I slowly move my hand up the length of him while still sucking his balls. A sound of pleasure escapes from his mouth. That sound made my pussy ache even more. I wanted him inside me so much, I needed him inside me, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I then licked up and down his shaft and spent extra time on his sweet spot, moving my tongue in little circles before gently guiding the head of his dick into my mouth. I needed this. Needed to feel his hard cock in my mouth, but he lifted my head up and said, “not yet” as he forced me to give the underside of his cock some attention using only my tongue. He knows how turned on I get and how wet I get when his cock is in my mouth, so he wanted to deny me even that pleasure. He asked me if I learned my lesson and said he doesn’t enjoy punishing me, but it’s the only way a slut like me will ever learn. FUCK. Finally he gave me permission to put his cock in my mouth. As badly as I really wanted to devour it, I took my time, because that is what gives him the most pleasure, and his pleasure really is what matters. Since orgasm denial has become a part of our lives, we have had the best sexual experiences of our lives. His orgasms are more intense, knowing I’m denied. My frustration gives him more pleasure than he’s ever known. I’ve been with this man for almost 11 years. I know how to work his cock. Using my hands and mouth, I quickly had him on the edge.

He begged me to stop. I smirked for a moment because he reminded me of myself when I have to beg him to stop. The huge difference being that I never get that sweet release after being brought to the edge. He was just allowing his pleasure to build before finally giving into temptation. The longer I played with my husband’s cock, the more aroused I became. I was moaning and grinding my pussy into his leg. I knew he was getting close so I stopped again. I watched as his cock throbbed and all of a sudden, a huge stream of cum shot from his cock and hit me in my face, then another stream came out and went above his head, on the wall behind him.

It was good. It was so good. My pussy was soaked…and numb. He told me I could use my vibe for 15 minutes. This was a cruel joke. He knew I wouldn’t be able to feel it. I asked if he ever wants me to have an orgasm while we are having sex, because there is so much love and just as much passion. He looked at me, and said, “not anymore, in fact allowing you to cum really doesn’t cross my mind at all, ever.”

Who I Am, If You Care

When someone follows me, I always go to their blog hoping they will have something written about themselves in the bio section. I very much enjoy reading and learning something about the person who found me interesting enough to follow. Because of this, I have decided to write about me, if you’re interested. Just to warn you, I’m a woman, so by nature, I’m crazy. Here are my many layers.

I am 48 but I look like I’m about 38. I am married. We have been together for 10 years. I have 5 children ages 11-29. I have a mom body and I’m proud. I’m not thin by any means, but I’m also not obese. I am tall.

I have also been blessed with 4 grandchildren. My family is the most important thing in my life besides my faith in God. I pray daily. I do random acts of kindness whenever possible and always pay it forward.

My husband

He is the sexiest and most beautiful man in the world in my eyes. He is gentle but in the bedroo., he is a beast. We have been married almost 18 months but have been together 10 years. I won’t say that he completes me because I’m already a complete person but he definitely adds so much color and happiness to my life. He loves me unconditionally. He encourages and inspires me.

My friends say it’s sickening listening to me talk about my husband and that I sound like a school girl talking about her crush. I can’t help it. He still gives me butterflies after all these years. He is a truly humble man and has more integrity than anyone I’ve ever known.

My husband, standing by the lake at our local state park. This was a cool, brisk November morning.

I love him completely, which is why I find it completely baffling that there’s nothing I want more than for him to have sex with other women and tell me how much he prefers them to me. (I told you I was crazy.) I have a burning desire to watch him please and be pleased by another woman. I want to watch him give other women what I am denied. The one thing he wants most is for me to have sex with other men while he watches. I practice orgasm denial. My next orgasm date is May 26th, (although i secretly hope that my husband never lets me have another orgasm!), unless I can find a man to have sex with me. The problem is that the man I want to have sex with lives on the other side of the ocean. I met him here on Tumblr and I call him my sweet man.

Maryland

The beautiful Chesapeake Bay Bridge

Maryland is beautiful. 5 hours separates skiing on a mountain from swimming in the Atlantic ocean. I live in a small town, closer to the mountains than the ocean. Like any town, we have some ugly, but the beauty is overwhelming.

My hometown:

A view of my hometown from a historic landmark.

My Favorite Place

Ireland. By far. The most beautiful place I’ve been. Everything about it. The green, the old world feel, the simplicity, the people, the turquoise color of the ocean.

The western most part of Clare in Ireland. Loop Head lighthouse. The wild Atlantic crashing into the boulders.

We went there for our honeymoon. I had always wanted to see the Cliffs of Moher. Seeing them for the first time with my husband was a truly emotional, magical, and romantic moment. I will never forget that feeling.

Sunset at the Cliffs of Moher

My Favorites

The color and feel of fall. The peace and tranquility of winter. Deep snow. Dark gray clouds that fill the sky. Heavy rain. Storms. Dark.

Snow covered tree at nighttime

My favorite holiday. Thanksgiving because all of my children come home. We have 4 generations together in one house. I love this more than anything else in life. Christmas is a close second. The feel of Christmas. People are happier and more kind. Why can’t we be like that all the time? I turn into Elf during the Christmas season.

My favorite music. This is hard. Music is so important in my life. My favorite singer is Steve Perry from Journey. A beautiful man with an inspiring voice. I grew up in the 80s so all of the big hair bands are awesome! Whitesnake, Cinderella, Bon-Jovi, Def Leppard . I also enjoy blue grass and country. Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder (but not Pearl Jam), Ray Lamontagne, Eagles. Pink Floyd for sure. Anything acoustic. Andrea Bocelli, his voice melts my soul.

https://youtu.be/QctoD57aYqw

There’s so many more. The list is endless.

Food: comfort food. Soups. Casseroles. Pizza. My chili. Mexican. No green beans, no seafood, no Chinese.

Sport: American football. Go Cowboys!☆

Exploring and learning. There’s so much I want to do and so many places I would like to visit. Mountains, cliffs, waterfalls, hiking, being in nature, away from people.

Animal: cow

Car: 65-68 Ford Mustang

Coffee: Dunkin Donuts. Plain with cream.

I had the opportunity to visit Maine recently. It has become my 2nd favorite place. It’s breathtakingly beautiful!

My Biggest Pet Peeve

Poor grammar. Please know the difference between there, their, and they’re. Also to, too, and two. Then and than. Since and sense. These are simple mistakes that people make on a daily basis. Come on people, we learn these things in elementary school. Stop being lazy. If you need help in this area, please feel free to send me a message and I will be more than happy to assist you. I wish this didn’t bother me so much because there are many areas in which I fall short, namely math, but there’s just no excuse for poor grammar.

My Fucked Up Brain

I’m a good person. I care deeply about people, I just don’t want to be around them. I love chatting with people on kik or messenger but talking on the phone is torture. I am submissive to my husband. I want him to control everyrhing, as long as he does it the way I want. I have faith in God and I believe in the Bible but I want, and have, an open relationship with my husband. I also worry entirely too much for someone who claims to have faith in God. Someone once told me to breathe in faith and breathe out fear. I have remembered this over the years and use it during times I am feeling anxious about something.

This is one of my favorite pictures from Ireland. The gray sky, crashing waves, and the Cliffs of Moher in the background.

If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you. Most of the pictures used here are pictures I have personally taken. Please message me and tell me something about yourself!

Peace!