If you so much as complained because they have accused you of doing something that isn’t even true, why, they’ll just cancel your account.

Honesty and pay per post evidently are not acquainted. Of course, I don’t know this personally, just heard it from the grapevine.

Now I’m off to find out exactly what happens. Writing for pay per post is biblical. Remember how that widow Ruth (a bible character) when she’s starving she goes gleaning? Gleaning is like going into the field and taking left-overs so you can eat. Well, pay per post is like that…except, the field is almost empty. It’s like picking crumbs, and then when they find that you have collected enough crumbs to actually make it into something? Why, they’ll come and steal it from under you.

Way to go pay per post! Congratulations. You’re quite biblical!

I get wet in my pussy when I do. Yeah. I find that strange. I have not strayed, nor plan to, but it sure is nice to read a good erotic stories and feel my pussy get wet.

They have erotic stories, and pictures. I pick group sex picture. I wouldn’t want to be fucked by two men. I don’t think it’s comfortable, but reading about it…now that’s something.

I get wet, my pussy tingles, and I just want to have a penis planted in me. When I have time and I’m not feeling too lazy, I’d grab a dildo and ride it some. I didn’t have a dildo last night. I crossed my legs and ride my orgasm home. It’s satisfying!

How do you make yourself go to orgasm? Do you touch your clit? Or do you just rub your legs together? Or must you have something inside you? Do you squeeze you nipples?

I’m curious. Come on, share!

That’s a disturbing thought since before I was in my 30s, all I think about is sex and having a cock planted in my pussy. I’d get wet and bring myself on the brink of orgasm by just crossing my legs.

Now, I have to work at being turned on, by a real cock or a fake one. Am I alone in this? Should I take a female version of viagra? Because, sure as hell, I’m not getting it up often enough.

I have tried to make my husband noticed it before, and he thought it is cute. Cute to have the children attempt to lie. Then last night, our child lied to him about finishing her homework at 5 PM. She lied again about going to bed at 9 PM. This bothered him so much, he hasn’t really paid much attention to the child all day.

I thought lies come up when children are afraid of punishment. We don’t punish our children though. True, we’ll make them finished homework if they haven’t, but somehow, I don’t think that’s grounds for lying to us.

I just don’t understand it. I used to lie as a child. But it has to do with trying to avoid spanking. If there’s no consequence, I never lie, unless I didn’t want my mother to spank me for wanting to go to a birthday party.

I had heard from my mother-in-law that my husband as a child is very moral and will not lie. I am skeptical. But then again, I’m just a skeptical sort.

lies, children lie

I don’t like to be angry. It makes me ineffective as a mother, and very disorganized as a person. When I am angry, I can’t keep up with mopping floor, cleaning toilets, washing dishes, and keeping everyone’s clothes washed and folded.

I feel horrible when sometimes, I wished I married a rich man, rich enough to hire a maid so I can just enjoy my kids without being so tired from cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.

angry, frustration, motherhood

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Right before getting out of the car, he took a deep breath, and he said to himself, “I’m going to be happy now.” He wiped his eyes and went to his class.

My heart bleed. I think he’s too young to feel that way. I worry. Worry that he’ll remember this forever, and then his wife is going to walk all over him if she acts like me. Didn’t they say that children often marry their parents?

I have resolved myself to go through several books reading about anger management. I get so frustrated, I just want to take any one’s hide and strip it. I don’t admire that about myself at all.

anger, self control

I was actually annoyed with him on Thursday because he choose to exclude himself from a group activity we both signed on. I also wanted him to have fun, but he was so critical. He had so many complaints about the class. He dragged his feet so much, we were late 20 minutes to a one-hour class.

I have a happy marriage. It’s a long one. Sometimes, I feel that we have only this happy marriage because I bit my tongue. A lot! When I am mad at him for something, it will take me days and days to say anything. Underneath it all, I am always hoping that it will just go away. Most of the time it does.

However, I have noticed lately this feeling I have. When we’re at odds like this, not because we quarrel, but just because of a feeling…I have this urge to run. I just want to be away from him for a while. Not even because I want to be with somebody else. I just don’t want to be around him.

I especially hate it when I get so frustrated with him rough handling our kids, but I can’t really have it out with him. If I talk to him about it, he’ll flat out deny that he did anything wrong. In fact, sometimes, he’s really mean. I couldn’t really tell him that though. I think he knows.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m in an abusive environment…because it’s abuse really all about bad things happening ‘some of the time’?