Jenny’s house of fun.

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I'm in love with this look 😍
She looks like a younger Cora, from Downton Abbey, who I adore
 
Wow, Glad I found this! I love seeing other's ideas. Your journal entries are enfuego Jenny. I should write one the next time I'm sleepless. This morning for example I got up at 0500 to pee -since somehow morning wood is more reliably accurate than a digital clock. Then I couldn't sleep thinking about a little flirt from Lit. Then like the Easter bunny she sends a video of her riding a toy that pureed my mind.

Have fun, Be Kind.
 
Dear Diary

It’s 3.16 AM and I am wide awake laying next to my snoring husband.
The room is warm and I have thrown off my covers. The curtains are open and the moon is casting a little light over the bed.
I have the phone in my left hand watching Lana Rhoades getting fucked hard by two beautiful men, she so gorgeous being filled. Her eyes so hypnotic and inviting. I’m seriously crushing.
My knees are up and I have two fingers deep in my pussy. I slowly fuck myself while my eyes are glued to the phone.
Lana is taking one of the men deep down her throat and her eyes are tearing. He pushes deeper fisting her hair hard.
I plunge my fingers deeper and faster into my pussy, whimpering in the silence and the light of the moon.
I start to grind my pussy on my hand, greedy wanting more. The two men move, one under Lana showing his cock into her cunt, the other behind fucking her ass hard.
It’s so beautiful and I’m so close I drop the phone and close my eyes.
My other hand grabbing my tits, touching, pulling, feeling. Letting my fingers fucking my cunt hard.
I start crying, don’t know why but it happens more often lately. My cunt is so warm, so wet. I suck on my fingers, tasting my cum, listening to the night, the snoring.


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Dear Diary

It’s 6.06 and I am still in bed.
I should really go up, but it’s really hard today. Husband is all cuddled up fast asleep, and about an hour ago our daughter stumbled in, rabbit in hand, pillow under her arm. She is now fast asleep between us. Arms and legs everywhere, red hair in my face.

You wake up feeling off, something not right in you, anxiety threatening to come out in full force, a bad feeling in your stomach, tears on the verge of coming out.
A hand lands in your face and a nose and mouth squeezes up against your chest and it all melts away. The warmth, the love, the trust is overwhelming and you feel right. You feel loved and safe.
The anxiety just disintegrates and the tears turn into joy. I love my family.

Put on slippers.
Tie the hair up in some sort of thingie.
Sneak out to the kitchen, put on tea, turn on some quiet music.
Take the meds.

Time to blow my husband.


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This is absolutely poetic, all of it.

I don't miss the chaos of little gremlins running around, but I do occasionally miss the squishy littleness and pure love from a couple of my kids. Those were some of the best cuddles. ❤️
 
Oh, I would never argue that. I have eyes, and I know a bit about human anatomy and physics.
Yes, but there's always someone that wants to argue even after the actress has admitted that they had implants.
 
Dear Diary

I need to start going to bed earlier.
The problem is my daughter is still taking naps, and I’ve started taking them with her. It’s just too fucking cozy.
Today I slept an hour 😱
So here I am, it’s 0.49 and I am smoking weed at the kitchen table reading a book. I might be drinking a caffeine free cup of tea (if anyone brings this up again, I will deny it, and erase this post).
A few seconds ago some sirens went past our house, but other that that it is silent. I love our house at this hour, dark and cozy.
Me and hubby fucked for quite some time before he went to bed. I have not showered and can smell the sex on me.
Gonna do a few more hits and then go to bed.


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Dear Diary,

What the fuck was that?
Something loud crashed into a window downstairs. Woke up with a pounding heart, ran naked downstairs and saw… nothing. Still no idea what it was, but it was not a pleasant way to wake up.
Checking on my daughter and she is totally passed out. I swear to god if we had earthquake’s in Minnesota she would sleep through that too. Not complaining, it comes in handy 🤣
Anyway, here I am, wide awake.
What’s up with you Diary? Any hot dates lately?
Fucked any of the books you hang out with?

Fuck it, I’m gonna masturbate.
 
Dear Diary,

I’m back.
Sorry about, had to get off. Laid in the sofa downstairs with my dildo. Fuck, that was great.

Going swimming with my daughter today, then lunch with a friend.
Other than that the day is wide open.

My head feels clear today. No fog, not much darkness and that evil voice telling me I’m useless is happily quiet. This might be a good day.

Seeing my therapist too, which I’m looking forward too. It’s amazing how much better you can feel after a session of talking about hard stuff.

Gonna treat myself to some new teas too, yay!

It’s 6.03
Time for meds.
Make some tea.
Gonna attempt yoga again. My mind was so fucking loud the last time. It was a total disaster.
Time to deepthroat my husband.


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Dear Diary,

What the fuck was that?
Something loud crashed into a window downstairs. Woke up with a pounding heart, ran naked downstairs and saw… nothing. Still no idea what it was, but it was not a pleasant way to wake up.
Checking on my daughter and she is totally passed out. I swear to god if we had earthquake’s in Minnesota she would sleep through that too. Not complaining, it comes in handy 🤣
Anyway, here I am, wide awake.
What’s up with you Diary? Any hot dates lately?
Fucked any of the books you hang out with?

Fuck it, I’m gonna masturbate.
Happened to me last night too. Couldn't figure it out until my wife came home. The wind had blown down our Christmas decorations and smashed them against the house
 
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