I filmed a role play for you: instruction of masturbation. This is a little teaser. The video itself is 13 minutes long. I tried very hard to make this video cozy, sexy and satisfying.
Yay!!! My CB page has been restored!!!
I don't want to bore you with the details, but it's already okay!
I also want to record a role-playing game for you and I'm writing a script today!
What do you think of the photo?
Hello my dear and beloved bunnies!
I'm proud of myself that I completed my personal streaming challenge 3 days in a row. Yes, it sounds funny, but I've never done that before.
Also, my account on the CB was temporarily banned because they do not accept my documents (?). I'm upset, but I will resolve this issue.
Thank you for staying with me. Have a nice week!
I made a new series of photos for you! Yoohoo :)
Question: Please can you tell me what time it's convenient for you to watch my stream? (Don't forget to specify your time zone, mine is GMT +3). I'll try to keep this in mind next time!
Have you encountered your parents' disapproval of what you do for a living?
I decided to just ignore her attitude to my work. Do you think it's worth arguing about it or not?
Imagine, my mother and I were sitting in a café and she told me how in the early months of this year she had decided to go to another country to wait out the terrible times in her town.
Anyway, in Rumania she was robbed by gypsies. Then, at the embassy, she met a girl from Ukraine, who took her in and gave her a place to stay for free. While my mother was restoring her stolen passport and credit cards.
So, according to mum, that girl was a web-cam girl.
And my mother said so about her, 'she's a spoiled person'. I immediately felt so uncomfortable. Kind of I'm doing thing that my mum condemns.
I know it's only my choice. After all, I'm treated to communicating with you.
I love how focused I can be during a stream.
How often I am having fun of this.
I like feeling supported.
I like getting to know you
and supporting you.
I like talking to you about different and showing you "Books and boobs".
We returned for a few days to the village for things. The Internet is so-so. But, God, what a thrill to spend the end of summer in nature! I smile. Love you.
Hello my good ones!
I really got much better.
As I wrote, I went to a therapist and began to work on my condition. Food, sports, etc. Sharing my photos from the latest days. Missed you! I really appreciate that you stay with me!
PART 4
Somewhere in the second month, I began to run out of antidepressants and the prescription for them completely turned into dust from time. I felt that rural life makes it easier for me and I can try to get off them, but I'm not seeing a doctor right now. I reduced the dosage and it turned out to negate the withdrawal syndrome. Before that, I took them for 2 years.
It sounds strange, I liked that I felt the depth of my personal crisis. I thought it was cool to have more contact with myself. And it went, "I don't like who I've become, why I'm so stupid." I decided that I needed to get creative.
Everyone found something to do and I also had time to draw. This kept me in shape for another month or two. I was redrawing pictures from a book on the history of Ancient Greece, which I took with me on cardboard boxes from the Post Office. And I was pleased with myself when I finished the drawing. I also got carried away with collecting flowers. I always wanted fresh flowers on the windowsill.
My usual hobby is photography, but the neighbors suspected me of being a Russian scout and asked me not to photograph the village and the surrounding area.
We chipped in on the antenna and the guys installed it on the roof. I was able to work from Bodya's computer. My job is related to communicating with people, as you know. When I read the news, especially during the victims of Bucha and Irpen, it became difficult for me to work. I was in a kind of stupor and could only think about the war again. I had to reformat my work to offline, this was enough to throw money on food products.
At the end of spring, Anya left for Germany. Her family turned out to be alive, but all their possessions were destroyed, except the car. She needed to earn money to help her family. When she left, I partially took over her duties and I didn't have time to draw. Then I started running, and the guys signed up for a local sport club. But soon, we decided to return to our city. At first, I was glad. I had a surge of strength from moving, and then their gradual decline. Now I haven't worked for three weeks, for reasons that are unclear to me. Most likely, a depressive episode.
I have a hard feeling when I go to Facebook and see how much my friends are doing. It's a shame that I'm not as useful and I'm not bringing victory closer as they are. It's a shame to write something in my feed, because it seems small. It's hard to be in the company of other people. It's scary to go to a psychiatrist, it seems that he will tell me something devaluing. But there is not much choice, sports and walking do not affect my condition and I need to work, but I have no strength.
I also decided to move out of the apartment I rented for the last six months. I don't want to live with my neighbors when they come back. I decided, but I don't have the strength yet either. I hope I can help myself. It seems that's all for now.
PART 3
When we arrived in the village, at first it was difficult for me to adapt. I was under pressure that this was not my home and I felt obliged for the help. There were often thoughts "am I useful enough?". And I was worried that I didn't have the strength to be active in the household.
Anya took on a lot of commitments and was a great cook. I connected and helped her, but I was embarrassed that I didn't cook. I don't have a lot of recipes in my head and it's hard for me to think of what to cook. Before the war, I ate from delivery and ordered groceries from the supermarket at home. I tried to compensate for this with the money I managed to get in the last few days while there was Internet.
But we all were close and monitored each other's condition. It was difficult for Anya, her family was in Mariupol and she was tracking all the news from there. The connection with her loved ones was cut off and she did not know if they were alive. It affected all of us.
But we managed to have fun and arrange small holidays. We often listened to music, sometimes danced. We tried to make a variety.
Food and alcohol were available entertainment. I ate along with everyone else, but as for me, it was probably too much. For all the time I gained 5-8 kilograms and so far I can't lose weight in any way.
Pasha became a separate story. When we first moved in, the house was cold. There were only two beds and we had to sleep with Pasha together. I was even a little outraged why no one thought it was uncomfortable for me. I have a relationship, I don't want to sleep in a single bed with another guy under the same blanket. There was also the matter of Pasha, who really did not put pressure on me and it bribed. In general, a couple of nights in an embrace and sexual tension appeared between us. I remember rubbing myself against his knee, and then I started crying because I was not the person who was going to cheat. I actually liked my past relationships. It has always been important to me that I don't cheat and end a relationship or tell a partner that I have feelings for someone else. But that's how it happened and I was sad about it. I still held on so strangely, you can hold my chest, but you can't kiss me). But then it started, of course. I talked to Zhenya only 3 weeks later, I wanted him to finish the story of his grandfather's funeral first and return to city, where he has friends.
Falling in love gave optimism. I also looked at the stars in a special way and thought, "That's it, now I'm definitely an adult."