Alone?

I look at the clock. It's on my side today. I have fully three hours of time to myself, in the house. This is a rare and wonderful treat. What do I do, what do I usually do?



It might be suprising, but in this order: Porn. Chocolate. Reading.



Yep, you heard me. I check out my favorite sex blogs, dealing with suprising topics ranging from call girls and strippers, to femdom, to the searing hot fantasies of a "normal" housewife type. Maybe if I'm still feeling frisky, I'll head over to Literotica. Good stuff. Call it a guilty pleasure, but it's such a rare treat.



Then comes chocolate (or other appropriately naughty snack which I refuse to share). Now see, whenever I'm in the house and I get the munchies, I find something reasonably healthy to snack on. Whenever I snack, 95% of the time, some male will wander into the room and cop a handful, a taste, a bite, or just straight up ask me to make some more. Well, fuck that, some things I ain't sharing.

Reading. Books. At home. During the DAY! Pure unadulterated luxury. If I'm not home alone, and I attempt to read something more engaging than websites or a cookbook, well...strike that, because I don't. In this house "book open in front of me" is equal to "Lili is interested in listening to you prattle on about whatever, and wants to give you her undivided attention".

My alone time is over now. The house is filled with people again, bustling and verging on loud. Alone time is a memory, now. At least I have this blog as a momento!