Spending the afternoon sewing and listening to podcasts.
Finally putting up some artwork that’s been hidden away for ages and properly cleaning and tidying the flat. It looks so nice.
Three orgasms before breakfast.
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Orgasm.
Walking home through the park on this beautiful Spring morning.
Kardashians. I know it’s utter shit but I love it.
Two orgasms in the morning.
Visiting Liam and Georgie with snacks. It was lovely to sit in their garden in the sun.
A takeaway at Jo’s.
It’s my birthday!
Two orgasms.
Laughing with Jo in the park.
Banana pancakes for breakfast.
Body printing.
Task Master.
ALL THE CHEESE.
Translated card from Fred.
Same card from my brother and Tash.
A lie in.
Realising I had a porn video downloaded that I hadn’t watched.
Feeding my lasagne craving. Vegan style.
Also tea with Jo, in a cafe, like normal.
Got my cardboard standing desk.
Three orgasms for National Orgasm Day.
A takeaway pizza.
Masturbating for the first time in ages. With the sun coming in through the window, after I’d taken photos of myself for the zine.
My clean tingly feet after my evening shower, getting ready for bed.
The new thread tidying systems arrived. I love neat things.
Waking up to a dream orgasm. That was also a real orgasm.
Prof Alan Boobis.
The squirrel eating a croissant on my way to work.
Cirque du Soleil. That bendy man.
My free vibrator arrived. She’s good.
Conkers.
A hair cut with the nice lady again. I missed her.
Cumbersome womb crown. 😂
A comedy night with James. Russian songs, a giant calculator, wet food and daddy.
The rest of the night with James. Ridiculously good.
Texting James.
Naked yoga. And the relaxation at the end.
Unpacking, changing my bed, doing some washing and just being back at home after a long week away.
Getting what I asked for in Slovenia.
Spending the day not doing all that much, in comfy clothes.
Got my new-to-me denim jacket. Finally managed to go pick it up. I love it.
Going home after lunch. Telling, not asking.
An afternoon nap and orgasm. Exactly what I needed.
Games night at Sarah’s. It was nice to meet Brett and, as mean as it sounds, seeing married couples be snappy with each other made me happy to be single.
Buffet breakfast. Double pancakes.
Pirate ship across the lake.
A lovely walk up and down the 400 year old road, covered in moss.
With a tea stop in an old tea house. Plus rice thing.
The beautiful, peaceful, gorgeous onsen.
The sneaky orgasm.
The tiny cake thing that we watched getting made.
Video calling Jo.
Freddie’s open mouth sleeping. Like Han.
Cuming with him inside me
Going to a hipster cafe for a juice and a pasteis de natas
The Chinese National Traditional Orchestra. Especially the bit where the monk flies off on the eagle.
The smell of lavender as I lay in the park at lunchtime.
Getting a phonecall from a school saying that he had a lot of posters for my competition. Thank god!
Very good oral sex
Morning sex and an orgasm.
My beautiful new ring.
Wine and chats with Lauren and Becky.
Seeing my Period Party poster printed for the first time.
An orgasm. Not by myself.
Hearing from the anti Tory again.
Swimming through the sunlight.
A quiet morning to myself. Breakfast in the garden, a little nap and an orgasm by a sunny window.
The carpet warming party.
Three little things 