Kai Storm

I know I’ve mentioned this before in many of my blogs and maybe you’re tired of hearing it, but it really needs to be reiterated on a regular basis: I absolutely love and enjoy it when people email me/hit me in the inbox with their personal business. Not only because the nosy part of me wants to drink in all the tea but also because it feels good to be trusted in such a way. This email, I have to say, felt personal a.k.a. almost like the person who emailed me was talking about me/my life. Then again, as humans we all share the same experiences, at times without even knowing it. Check out this story for yourself & let me know how you can relate:

While it is my intention to turn you on with every blog I write, there are times when I have to bring something serious to your attention, as it is a relevant topic. I've mentioned the group I own on MeWe, called Mental Penetration—Kai Storm's Erotica Station, where I had a discussion about talking to your current lover about past love affairs. This topic came up after I saw a post on Instagram that said, "My past is none of your business! You'll either use it against me, or make me live through it again!" I had to ask myself, and others, about the validity of this post and statement.

It's been a while since I last saw or heard from him. In fact, I would've bet anybody that he wasn't even thinking about me, and why would he? He made it clear that I wasn't important to him and he only responded to my calls/text messages when I reached out first, so why would anything about me cross his mind? As far as I was concerned, I meant nothing to him, was easily replaceable, and therefore there was no reason to keep in contact with me; not only did I understand it, I was comfortable with it. It became a life lesson to be okay when I wanted something or someone that didn't want me. That theory was put to the test when I least expected it and to be honest... it failed me big time... but in a good way. Let me explain further.

Vanjie Julius was her new name as she was now a full-fledged woman. She never revealed her real self to anyone who grew up with her, much less family members. Homophobia was rampant in the small town she grew up in so there wasn't any way for her to come out and be safe. Her parents were wealthy business owners so coming out would mean she took a risk at having to forfeit her family inheritance.

I know I've mentioned this previously in many of my blogs, and my readers can vouch for me on this sentiment. I'm extremely motivated by images. The statement that goes "a picture is worth a thousand words" lives vividly in my daily life. I almost want to say that I can't begin to tell you about how many stories I've written originated from a picture or a video I saw, but then again, I have told you, and in more ways than one.

Surprisingly enough, even though it has been eight months since Tumblr claimed it would remove (delete AKA monitor the hell out of your posts so that when you post delicious nakedness and sex, it goes away pronto) adult content, there are still a number of accounts that continue to post all the pictures, videos, and GIFs that keep my panties wet every time I visit. As you already know from the blog I wrote back in September 2018 called Pictures Speak to My Inside Freak! erotic art has always been my favorite turn on, so when I say I'm glad certain Tumblr pages are still around for me to be a private pervert with... believe me!