LadyJoules

Finally in a generally more relaxed place. 

Growing increasingly distressed at the "pregnant=sick" attitude of "friends" with misplaced feelings of hypochondria. The quiet is nice sometimes, but often feeling very isolated.

Staying active, but very easily tired; back, neck, shoulders, and feet are frequently sore, and housework and random chores are getting harder to do. It's very difficult to reach either the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet or the bottom of the washing machine when your belly prevents you from getting too close to achieve either objective.

My partner has suggested I accept a sub to keep me company with intelligent conversation, see to my physical comfort with skilled and gentle ministrations, and to assist me around the house as needed; someone that is fulfilled simply by caring for me. However, I am very discouraged, and skeptical that anyone exists in this capacity. 

And to update: I am pregnant, so please don't message me if a) you can't handle it, and b) you're just wasting my time. I have less to waste than usual. Not to sound entirely self-centered, but it's mostly about me, not you.

Consciousness comes on slowly, a dim light being turned up slowly in a darkened room.

Fingertips brush my shoulder, trail down my arm, trace the curve of my hips and buttocks as slow, even breaths warm my shoulder blade. Down my thigh, as the breaths move down my back, a dual sensation unlike any other.

Soft puffs of air replaced by softer kisses, slowly - achingly slowly - down my spine, my hip, the back of my knee, my feet... gentle fingers, ever-questing, smooth, paintbrush strokes everywhere... to come back up again... kisses to be replaced by a warm, soft tongue that parts my thighs like water. 

To wake up each day, to such love, such worship, such bliss... every pleasure I have the joy to experience, every pain I endure; every lesson I teach, every punishment I administer, and reward I bestow... is another stroke of the brush in masterpiece that is my life.