👨: Do you want honey or cocoa in your yogurt? 👧: Yes. Ooh, that's sweet, kids are getting into expression logic just like their daddy! #ProudParent #orNot #ThouShallNotKill #parentstr

Intellectual battery drained into the negatives after yesterday's kid shenanigans that overreached into a late-night parents' debate. Feels like there is currently no other actionable way of recharging, other than the default trickle. #SuchIsALifeOfAnAdventurer

Ok, I should really pick up my drawing attempts again.

Looks like the #writing tag is still full of spam and notes by/about AI. Not sure which one I should post under then. #asknostr

#mood

I know it could be long ntoe, but still searching my way to them 😅 View quoted note →

Girl in her blooming years, traded for some divine intervention - or maybe just a favor for the village - by the main city monastery. Queued to be trained as a priestess of love. She's OK with it, maybe even volunteered, since she knows she's terminally ill and is fine cheating the gods out of their favor when her own fate is short and already decided. Divine blessing cures her, though, and she is subjected to the full training, angry that her path has been stolen from her. The culmination of the training is - after receiving a tattoo band from her ear down to her hips - to retreat to the sealed catacombs for three days under a vow of solitude. Only to open the door and find the monastery razed to the ground. Making her the only surviving member of the order - highest representative by default, while not actually being sworn by the order's vows. Only priestess alive, tattooed, not sworn, and yet head of the order. So she is theoretically a powerful person - which no one dares to challenge as long as she doesn't make too many waves - angry about the sacrifice she had to make (that turned out to be much bigger than she intended), possessing all the secrets of the order while not being bound by any vow not to reveal them, and finally lost in a world where part of it sees her as a holy saviour from church clutches, part as a dangerous outlier to be silenced, part as a puppet to be controlled, part as a resource to be mined for all the carnal secrets she has in her head and can share without her mind being blown to smithereens by some ancient blood magic (not that the church would admit to doing such a pagan thing). All while she only wants to be left alone and breathe freely, at least for now... #writing

Are you not into cheese?

I swear half the tutorials are like this 😅

GM ☕🌥

Today's #drunkstr in the sign of yet another teacher from highschool showing up. It was interesting to see the previous generation's POV. Seems like everything is in decline. One is to be reminded of the ancient Egyptian texts (as well as others). Wondering how mighty the civilization must have been before youth corrupted it.

We had a nice Sunday at friends', and from Her interactions there, I decided I need to be more proactive. So I ordered some new toys. Naturally. (OK, I did other things too, but right now I want to share this one.) Usually there's a fair amount of tiptoeing, waiting for some special occasion, but this time it was fuck-it-I-buy. First of the toys is a penis sleeve, based on my fantasy of pleasuring Her with a strap-on while I'm in a chastity cage - and since chastity isn't currently an option, this is the second-best approximation. As for Her part, She enjoys being filled with four or more fingers, venturing into the whole-hand territory when the moon is right, so I didn't expect complaints about the size either. We got to use it while the kids were taking their bath. It left Her speechless. Well, not at first - if you catch my drift. Haven't had much chance to talk about it; She brushes the topic off shyly, so waiting for the right time to get better feedback. As for me, I got what I thought I wanted, including not being able to come. Didn't even need to use numbing condoms. Firstly, it's smooth inside - no bumps or ridges. Secondly, it loops around the balls to set firmly in place, and I challenge you to try to come with your sack being actively pulled from your body.

Oh - late due report from wellness! It was so good I can't wrap my head around it. Had more action there in two hours than in the last half year combined. On the couchette, in the steam chamber (almost got my calves burned while kneeling), in the shower, in the massage bath. Some places repeatedly. Didn't run a tally, but pretty sure the fingers on both hands wouldn't be enough to count Her satisfactions. Glad to report that my finger exercises and oral-skills practice really improved my stamina in the respective areas (although there's still room for improvement in the latter). There was a little more action during the following weekend, too. All that leaves me a bit baffled, because it was basically everything I wanted - more than I'd have been brave enough to hope for given Her usual intimacy levels - but after the fact I was left with a little empty feeling. Like when you achieve something you've long yearned for, but it turns out the fantasising about it was SO MUCH better than the reality. Maybe it was the sudden occurrence and the uncertainty of a reprise? Don't know. But I need to start appreciating these things more.

False alarm. It wasn't a raunchy mood, but rather good news about resolving some staffing issues at Her work. Which is good too - just different. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ View quoted note →

Pivoting from Salisbury steak to the long-overdue reprise of the okonomiyaki. It's faster (not sure about stronger, harder, better). #foodstr

She's at some talk tonight, so I'm on kid duty. A little bummed from I don't even know what - and suddenly a message from Her to put some drinks in the fridge. That's so unusual that on the scale from normal to raining toads, it ranks at "call the police, someone kidnapped my wife." Not going to complain about the blessing, though. #moodturnover

Mindfucking is the second-best fucking. Or the first... Can't decide. Anyone willing to help me research the truth?

Just us boys having a conversation

#mood