02-13-11
It's the day before Valentine's day, and my idea for my husband was to make a special DVD featuring me in our bedroom. He enjoys watching, or catching me masturbating, and the last time I'd done anything like that was right before I got pregnant with our older son. I intend to add those videos in the DVD as well, but this time I have the means to do it properly. Anyway, I've procrastinated. I have to be cautious when I'm edditing because whe have two children. My acting in it is cheesy, but I hope that the end result will please him. I don't think that it's fair that men are expected to do realy special things durring this Holiday, and the women are just supposed to be pampered. Well I refuse to just sit back, I try to show him how much I appreciate him any day that's dedicated to doing just that.
02-16-11
My husband is watching my finished product, which I failed to put on DVD but was able to make it portable to his computer. He's chuckling at the acting, but at least he's enjoying it!
02-28-11
I'm continually haunted by the ghosts of our past. My husband, wonderful man that he is now, was a shit head when we were dating...a stupid fucking asshole that I'd wished would suffer the worst and most horrible mental and physical anguish to equal that which was inflicted on me. But that doesn't tell anyone a thing of what happened in those days, so let me start over...Once Upon a Time...
Back when I was fifteen I met my future husband. He was aquainted with my brother, who ran the late night Lazer Quest Lock-ins, but he was also the best friend of my boyfriend of the time. Acording to him he was almost imediately attracted, but because I was jailbait (he was 24 at the time) and also the girlfriend of his friend I was off-limits. When I ended up pregnant with my boyfriend's son, and wanted to keep the baby dispite the hell it would wreak on our futures, my future husband mentally bombarded me with How dare I ruin the life of his friend, and how stuid a little girl I was. My boyfriend lay silent beside me, a fact I never forgave him for. I basicly hated my future husband and anything about him for the next couple of years.
The baby was adopted by my aunt, who had been unable to have a baby of her own. I don't mind, though it caused me heartache at the time to do it. I've always wanted
It's the day before Valentine's day, and my idea for my husband was to make a special DVD featuring me in our bedroom. He enjoys watching, or catching me masturbating, and the last time I'd done anything like that was right before I got pregnant with our older son. I intend to add those videos in the DVD as well, but this time I have the means to do it properly. Anyway, I've procrastinated. I have to be cautious when I'm edditing because whe have two children. My acting in it is cheesy, but I hope that the end result will please him. I don't think that it's fair that men are expected to do realy special things durring this Holiday, and the women are just supposed to be pampered. Well I refuse to just sit back, I try to show him how much I appreciate him any day that's dedicated to doing just that.
02-16-11
My husband is watching my finished product, which I failed to put on DVD but was able to make it portable to his computer. He's chuckling at the acting, but at least he's enjoying it!
02-28-11
I'm continually haunted by the ghosts of our past. My husband, wonderful man that he is now, was a shit head when we were dating...a stupid fucking asshole that I'd wished would suffer the worst and most horrible mental and physical anguish to equal that which was inflicted on me. But that doesn't tell anyone a thing of what happened in those days, so let me start over...Once Upon a Time...
Back when I was fifteen I met my future husband. He was aquainted with my brother, who ran the late night Lazer Quest Lock-ins, but he was also the best friend of my boyfriend of the time. Acording to him he was almost imediately attracted, but because I was jailbait (he was 24 at the time) and also the girlfriend of his friend I was off-limits. When I ended up pregnant with my boyfriend's son, and wanted to keep the baby dispite the hell it would wreak on our futures, my future husband mentally bombarded me with How dare I ruin the life of his friend, and how stuid a little girl I was. My boyfriend lay silent beside me, a fact I never forgave him for. I basicly hated my future husband and anything about him for the next couple of years.
The baby was adopted by my aunt, who had been unable to have a baby of her own. I don't mind, though it caused me heartache at the time to do it. I've always wanted
