Jenny’s house of fun.

[Texas_law_man]

I hate that you struggle to sleep but am grateful you share your journey with us. Hopefully you can rest tonight and dream of something calming and relaxing.

 

[1DarkNightOwl]

Insomnia.
Again.

I hate those nights. At least an orgasm should help you sleep.

Love the stories as always

 

[UtilityCurve]

Thank you. I got some private messages that I was bragging. They were not very nice.

I find the liberal application of the "Ignore" option to be soothing.

 

[sister jenny]

It is 3 o’clock at night and I am sitting in the kitchen. I made a cup of green tea that I am sipping and looking out over our street.
It is a clear night with a beautiful moon over the roofs.
Seems like I have another insomnia phase, they come and go, and this is my third night.
I try to read in a book but neither my mind or heart is in it and I put it down and close my eyes. Even though it is a struggle I also kind love these moments alone.
My meds have stopped working at this hour but my mind is blissfully quiet. Maybe I am too tired for spinning thoughts, panic and anxiety? Either way I am grateful for the peace. I even had a moment after I peed where I looked at my naked body in the mirror and felt ok.
I need to tell my therapist tomorrow, that will make her happy. I can already hear her in my head ”This is great Jenny, let’s talk a little about this”.
You should all thank her, by the way, that I am here writing again. Well, only if you actually enjoy this, if not, well I guess you can be pissed at her. But she is the one that encouraged me to start again. And yes, I show her everything I write. And then she pokes at everything she says I am hiding, which is kinda fun and kinda frustrating since she is not supposed to see those things.
I leave the kitchen and lay down in the sofa. My daughter had a friend over today so John put my favorite dildo away. Guess it’s fingers tonight.
I turn on the TV and go straight to PornHub, looking for one of my favorites. I turn it on and lean back, fingering my cunt. This is truly when my mind relaxes and leaves me alone. Two fingers in me, one hand playing with a nipple and Riley Reid being fucked on the TV. I cum on my hand and stick my two wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, enjoying the taste of myself.
I close my eyes for a second and just lay still in the sofa. Still so fucking turned on.
Fuck it! I am waking John. He married me, now he has to deal with the consequences.

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

If you're awake and cannot get back to sleep I think the best solution is to seek out orgasms

 

[1DarkNightOwl]

If you're awake and cannot get back to sleep I think the best solution is to seek out orgasms

which I did at 0200 this morning.

 

[EricaAnna]

If you're awake and cannot get back to sleep I think the best solution is to seek out orgasms

And I do this almost every night before going to sleep....and sometimes in the early morning too to relax me.

 

[Texas_law_man]

It is 3 o’clock at night and I am sitting in the kitchen. I made a cup of green tea that I am sipping and looking out over our street.
It is a clear night with a beautiful moon over the roofs.
Seems like I have another insomnia phase, they come and go, and this is my third night.
I try to read in a book but neither my mind or heart is in it and I put it down and close my eyes. Even though it is a struggle I also kind love these moments alone.
My meds have stopped working at this hour but my mind is blissfully quiet. Maybe I am too tired for spinning thoughts, panic and anxiety? Either way I am grateful for the peace. I even had a moment after I peed where I looked at my naked body in the mirror and felt ok.
I need to tell my therapist tomorrow, that will make her happy. I can already hear her in my head ”This is great Jenny, let’s talk a little about this”.
You should all thank her, by the way, that I am here writing again. Well, only if you actually enjoy this, if not, well I guess you can be pissed at her. But she is the one that encouraged me to start again. And yes, I show her everything I write. And then she pokes at everything she says I am hiding, which is kinda fun and kinda frustrating since she is not supposed to see those things.
I leave the kitchen and lay down in the sofa. My daughter had a friend over today so John put my favorite dildo away. Guess it’s fingers tonight.
I turn on the TV and go straight to PornHub, looking for one of my favorites. I turn it on and lean back, fingering my cunt. This is truly when my mind relaxes and leaves me alone. Two fingers in me, one hand playing with a nipple and Riley Reid being fucked on the TV. I cum on my hand and stick my two wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, enjoying the taste of myself.
I close my eyes for a second and just lay still in the sofa. Still so fucking turned on.
Fuck it! I am waking John. He married me, now he has to deal with the consequences.

Happy that the tempest of thoughts has calmed and yes you should wake up the hubby and work him like an Atari joystick until you pass out from pleasure and exhaustion.

 

[KeenVoyeur]

It is 3 o’clock at night and I am sitting in the kitchen. I made a cup of green tea that I am sipping and looking out over our street.
It is a clear night with a beautiful moon over the roofs.
Seems like I have another insomnia phase, they come and go, and this is my third night.
I try to read in a book but neither my mind or heart is in it and I put it down and close my eyes. Even though it is a struggle I also kind love these moments alone.
My meds have stopped working at this hour but my mind is blissfully quiet. Maybe I am too tired for spinning thoughts, panic and anxiety? Either way I am grateful for the peace. I even had a moment after I peed where I looked at my naked body in the mirror and felt ok.
I need to tell my therapist tomorrow, that will make her happy. I can already hear her in my head ”This is great Jenny, let’s talk a little about this”.
You should all thank her, by the way, that I am here writing again. Well, only if you actually enjoy this, if not, well I guess you can be pissed at her. But she is the one that encouraged me to start again. And yes, I show her everything I write. And then she pokes at everything she says I am hiding, which is kinda fun and kinda frustrating since she is not supposed to see those things.
I leave the kitchen and lay down in the sofa. My daughter had a friend over today so John put my favorite dildo away. Guess it’s fingers tonight.
I turn on the TV and go straight to PornHub, looking for one of my favorites. I turn it on and lean back, fingering my cunt. This is truly when my mind relaxes and leaves me alone. Two fingers in me, one hand playing with a nipple and Riley Reid being fucked on the TV. I cum on my hand and stick my two wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, enjoying the taste of myself.
I close my eyes for a second and just lay still in the sofa. Still so fucking turned on.
Fuck it! I am waking John. He married me, now he has to deal with the consequences.

which I did at 0200 this morning.

And I do this almost every night before going to sleep....and sometimes in the early morning too to relax me.

I do love the thought of people (especially ladies) masturbating - I mean, as a guy, it's nothing new for me (and I guess for most other guys too)

 

[sister jenny]

Just erased a long post.
Was obviously not ready to share that. Got a panic attack and started crying. No idea what the fuck happened. I did not write anything special. So yeah, that goes into my notebook for the therapist.

Otherwise I am good so no worries. Just a bump in the road. But fuck it came out of nowhere. Scared the shit out of me.

Gonna play dress up now. Daughter has decided I’m gonna be a witch.
Now where the fuck is my broom??

 

[Texas_law_man]

Just erased a long post.
Was obviously not ready to share that. Got a panic attack and started crying. No idea what the fuck happened. I did not write anything special. So yeah, that goes into my notebook for the therapist.

Otherwise I am good so no worries. Just a bump in the road. But fuck it came out of nowhere. Scared the shit out of me.

Gonna play dress up now. Daughter has decided I’m gonna be a witch.
Now where the fuck is my broom??

Sending you positive thoughts and vibes!! Hopefully the time playing with your daughter will replace the panic and fear with joy and happiness!

 

[EricaAnna]

Just erased a long post.
Was obviously not ready to share that. Got a panic attack and started crying. No idea what the fuck happened. I did not write anything special. So yeah, that goes into my notebook for the therapist.

Otherwise I am good so no worries. Just a bump in the road. But fuck it came out of nowhere. Scared the shit out of me.

Gonna play dress up now. Daughter has decided I’m gonna be a witch.
Now where the fuck is my broom??

Awww... that sounds delightful..Witch Jenny

 

[40sBiCuckCple]

We appreciate your willingness to be so open, and we regret the rough patches you go through. We are always thinking positive thoughts about you and hoping you have great sex along the way.

 

[1DarkNightOwl]

Gonna play dress up now. Daughter has decided I’m gonna be a witch.
Now where the fuck is my broom??

Enjoy. These days were absolutely fantastic.

 

[sister jenny]

Awww... that sounds delightful..Witch Jenny

I am a great witch! We had so much fun. But I had to promise to be more evil next time

 

[sister jenny]

“A Poppy Blooms” by Katsushika Hokusai

I write, erase, rewrite

Erase again, and then

A poppy blooms.

 

[13Fantasies]

I wish my marriage had consequences like John.

 

[Not Normal]

Just erased a long post.
Was obviously not ready to share that. Got a panic attack and started crying. No idea what the fuck happened. I did not write anything special. So yeah, that goes into my notebook for the therapist.

Otherwise I am good so no worries. Just a bump in the road. But fuck it came out of nowhere. Scared the shit out of me.

Gonna play dress up now. Daughter has decided I’m gonna be a witch.
Now where the fuck is my broom??

Anxiety and panic attacks are such a bitch. I'm glad you have the tools and support to deal with them. Good Luck always.

 

[sister jenny]

Had company in bed this morning, so I had to be really quiet blowing John and he needed to do his part while waking up. You get really good at these things being a parent. I think parents would make excellent spies and burglars. We have superpowers normal humans lack. I can for example step on something that really hurts in complete darkness without yelling out or stumbling. I put the pain away, reshifts my body and move on, the mission of getting that specific book or dirty laundry is more important. Always finish the mission.
If we only have ten minutes in a cramped space with a little human close by, we can, if we need to, get horny really fast, fuck with most of our clothes on and swallow all evidence without making a sound. Superpowers. And when the children are really small, some puke on a shoulder or food in your hair makes no difference, your husband can still bend you over the kitchen table, lift your skirt and quickly fuck you, if that little monster suddenly falls asleep in the sofa. And if they wake up, you quickly notice that you can keep up a short conversation about a Barbie, while your husband has frozen with his cock up your ass until the distraction has moved on and you quickly finish.
And no, she did not wake up this morning and John gave me a beautiful facial.

 

[1DarkNightOwl]

I wish my marriage had consequences like John.

Not sure I would call it consequences.

Share some wine with her would be a perk. What John is more like the key to the Motherload.

 

[1DarkNightOwl]

Had company in bed this morning, so I had to be really quiet blowing John and he needed to do his part while waking up. You get really good at these things being a parent. I think parents would make excellent spies and burglars. We have superpowers normal humans lack. I can for example step on something that really hurts in complete darkness without yelling out or stumbling. I put the pain away, reshifts my body and move on, the mission of getting that specific book or dirty laundry is more important. Always finish the mission.
If we only have ten minutes in a cramped space with a little human close by, we can, if we need to, get horny really fast, fuck with most of out clothes on and swallow all evidence without making a sound. Superpowers. And when the children are really small, some puke on a shoulder or food in your hair makes no difference, your husband can still bend you over the kitchen table, lift your skirt and quickly fuck you, if that little monster suddenly falls asleep in the sofa. And if they wake up, you quickly notice that you can keep up a short conversation about a Barbie, while your husband has frozen with his cock up your ass until the distraction has moved on and you quickly finish.
And no, she did not wake up this morning and John gave me a beautiful facial.

Don't think we have done it with the child in the same bed, we defiantly have with them in the same room (sleeping).

Recognise most of what you say. Especially frozen during penetration to hold a short conversation.

The missions of retrieving or indeed placing objects. The tooth fairy is a master theif.

 

[sister jenny]

Don't think we have done it with the child in the same bed, we defiantly have with them in the same room (sleeping).

We always have. Not sure if its a European thing or not, haha.

Recognise most of what you say. Especially frozen during penetration to hold a short conversation.

When you think about it, it’s so insane. But I’ve always felt its weirder to pull out and act normal. If you just freeze and act like nothing they usually don’t even notice, haha.

The missions of retrieving or indeed placing objects. The tooth fairy is a master theif.

Tooth fairy could be in Mission Impossible

 

[mickyp123]

Had company in bed this morning, so I had to be really quiet blowing John and he needed to do his part while waking up. You get really good at these things being a parent. I think parents would make excellent spies and burglars. We have superpowers normal humans lack. I can for example step on something that really hurts in complete darkness without yelling out or stumbling. I put the pain away, reshifts my body and move on, the mission of getting that specific book or dirty laundry is more important. Always finish the mission.
If we only have ten minutes in a cramped space with a little human close by, we can, if we need to, get horny really fast, fuck with most of our clothes on and swallow all evidence without making a sound. Superpowers. And when the children are really small, some puke on a shoulder or food in your hair makes no difference, your husband can still bend you over the kitchen table, lift your skirt and quickly fuck you, if that little monster suddenly falls asleep in the sofa. And if they wake up, you quickly notice that you can keep up a short conversation about a Barbie, while your husband has frozen with his cock up your ass until the distraction has moved on and you quickly finish.
And no, she did not wake up this morning and John gave me a beautiful facial.

Until OK Children draw a picture of mummy and daddy together at home......

 

[sister jenny]

Until OK Children draw a picture of mummy and daddy together at home......

Yeah, kinda waiting for that phone call.

 

[sister jenny]

When I write a story, in 9 out 10 cases I write it in one frantic session. No breaks. Then I leave it for one or two days, put it through a spelling and grammar program, and then for the first time I read it. If it is ok, I publish it. Then I never read it again.

Lately that has not worked. I’ve written 80% gotten bored and left it. Then the next time I wanna write I can not stand having to deal with a old story and have to read it, so I start a new one.
Same thing again.

So, now I have 7 stories 80% done, and I have not finished them, fixed them or read them and I am already bored of them.

There is obviously a bigger problem here to do with attention span, and focus problems, etc, etc.
But still, what the fuck do I do?
The stories are just staring at me. Judging me. Pointing out all my faults.
Fuck!