Per usual, this is another letter for you.
Did you wonder if I loved you today? If so, the answer is yes, I do.
Sometimes I feel like I’m writing to 24-year-old you, not 48-year-old you. I imagine you much more handsome back then, without as much charm as you have now. You’re a tricky one, un mañoso.
Pero me encantan tus mañas.
Here I am writing again because I can’t stop thinking of you. I hope we live together soon. If we could get a dog, I’d like an Australian shepherd or a medium-sized mutt.
The other night I cooked for you. I think I surpassed your expectations, or passed some sort of secret test of yours. You will mostly cook, and I will cook twice a week, alternating Monday, Friday, and Sundays. I won’t confess it directly to you, but I have the intention of trying out new recipes so I can perfect at least 3 dishes for you. You are my old man. “The way to a mans heart is through his stomach”… (and before that his anus, maybe?)
I made Chile rellenos for you, you liked them and you I saved the recipe for the future, I will write it and keep it for you.
you ate 3! 1 poblano, and 2 jalapeños. recipe:
4 Poblano (pref for special occasions,) or 6 Jalapeños
roast the peppers until blacked, cover with lid if roasting in a pan or enclose in a bag
leave in bag/closed until your relleno is finished. should be cooled by then
peel black skin, use spoon or hands. be careful to not touch the seeds! can be very spicy/burn
cut open, devein. Once cleaned fill in with relleno, toss in flour until coated. dip and cover in turrón, add to hot frying pan
1 tomato, diced
1/2 white onion,diced
1 clove of garlic, minced
1 Chile serrano, diced
vegan “ground beef”
pinch of salt
sprinkle of pepper
2 tablespoons of fresh cilantro, chopped (or you can use 1 tablespoon of fresh mint, if you want to amaze yourself)
place pan over medium heat, add a tsp of oil (avocado oil was used), once oil toss in vegan beef.
once the nonmeat is in small pieces, add chopped onion and minced garlic. Wait until browned, add tomato and Serrano. add salt and pepper. Stir occasionally, make sure ingredients are well mixed together.
3 egg whites
jugo Magi (this is a secret I learned from an aunt)
Beat egg whites until foamy. Best test, hold the recipient you are using upside down, if it slides, keep beating.
Once fluffed, add egg yolk, 2 splashes of jugo magi, stir in until well blended.
1 roma tomato, the redder the better
1 Chile serrano
1 clove of garlic
boil, then blend. add to hot skillet, stir, add salt and pepper to taste,
optional, touch of oregano
add warm sauce over hot Chile. serve with red rice rec.
I love that both of us know how to cook. Good memories with you are replacing the bad ones. Maybe things can be fixed. I hope so, I love you.
“Like Water for Chocolate” by Laura Esquivel is one of my favorites, for corny, obvious reasons. I hope you enjoy it.
love that book, its so cute. beautiful, romantic, makes your heartache, perfect for me.
I’d like to learn chiles en nogada, my favorite Mexican delicacy. Mole is also on the list.
Loving you should be a sin,
it feels like a sin anyway.
I should be punished for thinking of you as often as I do,
and doing nothing to refrain.
This ode is to the idea of you, for that is whom I am truly pining for.
Writing in my journal does not suppress the intense emotions and dreams thinking of you brings me.
I juggle between worlds, attempting to find the right words or expressions to describe each emotion that my Heart births for you. For you I created a philosophy;
abstruse, ageless and ancestral definitions of passion and love.
I have gathered for you the most beautiful and desirable of my dreams that I have sowed and reaped by the Spring of my life, tender products of my sweat and blood.
What have you done to deserve this devotion, to deserve My most sincere confessions.
Are you my Achilles heel?
We are opposites, You and I.
You are left, I am right
A logical man, determined to make illogical
I am your Life.
The fire of your loins.
Your sin, your soul.
I wish you were lapping the honey that flows between my thighs.
Me haces falta. Quisiera que estuvieras aqui.
Te comiera entero, como si fueras un bocadillo.
Me encanta verte, sentirte
ansioso por mi
lamba mis deditos. chupa mi miel.
Not sure how I was popular on my old blog, but I feel it was because I continuously talked into the void
I bull shit too much through life, but I digress.
I’ve been thinking a lot about of one my exes, Julian, who literally begged me to not break up and who consistently tried to win me back. He was not a perfect boyfriend, he was lazy and had little aspirations but he had an innocent heart.
He hurt me a few times, with stupid shit and I stayed because he would give an effort in trying.
He was fun in the beginning but he did a lot of head-ass things, to the point he became unattractive to me. Which was crazy, because a lot of young and older women (lol) found him attractive and would try to flirt with him in front of me. But I knew I had him so wrapped on my finger i didn’t care. I wanted to end it because I could no longer stand to feel his lips pressed against mine.
After we broke up for good, he came to my house the next day. I told him to leave and he said no, unless I agreed to get back together. He thought it was just a tantrum I was throwing, but truly I had met someone else I wanted to try with. I was very mean to Julian, humiliating him and destroying any arguments he had as to why we belonged together. He looked on the brink of tears as he pleaded me to take him back.
“How are you going to ask for me back when you have nothing to offer? How can you say you want to win me over yet come to my house empty handed?”
And this boi heard this and left. I gave a sigh of relief but the show started again when he came back 20 minutes later with a bouquet of sunflowers to offer me.
I just threw them at him.
And I told him that it was done and that he could not offer me what I wanted. Which was true, I begged HIM to go back to school continuously while together and he never listened. So why should I listen to him.
We last spoke in February, probably before Valentine’s Day. I thought Maybe he wanted to be friends, which was false. So I gave himhis last blessing and haven’t heard from him since
I deserve to feel what he felt. I accept my pain
estoy tomando y pensando en ti
por que me tratas así,
si sabes cuanto te amo y deseo.
como el humo te evaporas de mis brazos,
unas noches conmigo, abrigándome empapándome con gotas de tu agua.
y por las mañanas te desvaneces.
por que me haces estor amor,
si sabes cuanto te amo y anhelo.
White men think that buying at Whole Foods and Sprouts, using reusable stainless steel straws and hiking gonna save the damn earth…
use your fucking money to assist others
I used to think white men who cared about the environment must care as well for the indigenous people residing in the most vulnerable places with the nicest ecosystems
but truly white men only care about wildlife and fuckall for the human race
what has changed? absolutely fucking nothing
you colonize, rape, take and take and take throughout the centuries
when will you reach your fill?
when will you be satisfied?
all white men do is take and take until nothing is left.
you care about the environment for your own selfish gain… for the chance to vacation there.
my family’s land is not your vacation center, you brought drugs and firearms into my land,
took my woman, traffic my people, exploit people’s vulnerabilities for your own capitalistic gain
white latinos also benefit from the system
and just so everyone knows; I will defend the most helpless and vulnerable to death. and perhaps myself I do not identify as black, but my grandfather was AfroCubano and his family were once slaves on plantations so I understand that black people throughout history and in most parts of the globe have suffered @ the hands of white men!!!!!!!!
if you reading this, donate to George Floyd funeral, or to a non profit that assists immigrant children.
send me a pic of your donation and we will talk.
If you were me, and I were you;
I would be constantly woo-ing you, making You smile and blush.
I want to be brush you use at night before bed, the sandals you put on in the morning. I want to be the first thing your perfect feet step on.
You would be my muse. I would do anything for you. I would do anything to keep you happy. Even if that meant letting you go
I know you don’t love me the same way I love you.
I would put my world at your feet.
You truly are the devil
I feel like I am close to forgetting the details of my most memorable experience as a Domme. It truly is a shame I haven’t lived another experience as thrilling as the one I have yet to finish telling.
Very random sidenote, but men truly are the simplest creatures.
The story left off with Chrissy and me sitting in his European car. Estaba bien chiveado el señor. He was too embarrassed to look me in the eyes for longer than a second or two, I obviously relished the fact that I was making him squirm without him actually flailing about. I cant help but giggle when I notice how pathetic he turns for me.
We were parked behind a sex shop, so it was mandatory that I make his bitch ass buy me things. Before heading into the store however, I asked him to show me the outfit he wore for me. He nervously laughed as he reached with his trembling hand towards the top button of his pressed dress shirt. After unbuttoning a few, he pulled opened his shirt and revealed to me a baby-pink, lacy bralette with the smallest triangle cups and chest jewelry.
We briefly caught up on vanilla things, as I sincerely care for each of my submissives. Then I told him I was ready to go to the store, and as we were about to go inside one of his clients who happened to be in the Cadillac parked behind us called him over. Knowing how skittish my boi could be, and his vanilla lifestyle so I went in without him. I knew he would soon follow. I shopped around, my eyes skimming for toys that I know would make my sissy squirm with delight or bleat for me.
I had just chosen one or two things for myself, insignificant things really, by the time Chrissy came into the store. She looked really nervous, but I of course, always know the right things to say. It took only a moment or two to get her docile and in her right state of mind again. I had been eyeing a clit cage for a little bit, and at the register it dawned on me that I wanted it for my mischievous plans later in the evening.
Our cashier was a very sweet and shy seeming girl, probably no older than 25. She seemed more shy than the other workers at the shop that I had interacted with, anyways. I didn’t ask her to show me the cage, but made Chrissy ask. It was really funny seeing a trial attorney stutter out ” may I please see the cock cage” while his face turned a bright shade of red.
Our cashier seemed conflicted as to whether it was okay to laugh or not, because I can imagine from an outside perspective it may appear my poor Chrissy was in an abusive relationship with me, which is simply not the case. In my effort to give her the okay to laugh, as she went around the counter to get the display item, I sternly and loudly said “Don’t just stand there, go help her get it!” to Chrissy who quickly turned his heels to follow her. It was after I said this that she laughed liberally, which made my boi nervously smile at me.
After our purchase, we went back to his car and it was decided (I decided) that we were to head out to LA for the evening! One of my favorite cities.
I made him strip out of his work clothes for me in the parking lot, forcing him to drive us to the Mondrian in his baby-pink thong and bra set.
Experiences like these make me love my life 🙂
As per usual, not done. Roughly written; Too many details I have yet to share and will refine
virtual kisses, besitos, petit bisou pour mes chiens