Author: FieldsOfSunflowers

Remembering a private night with some friends. [FFMM] [non-fiction]

I’ve let myself use this site as a bit of a diary too many times. When I’m worked up enough and have so many emotions swirling around in my head, I love letting them out for all of you to see and freely judge. It’s extremely cathartic despite the guilt that comes along with it.

I’m always very open about what I’m feeling, but I do see myself trying to stick to the emotions instead of being more explicit. Even when trying to write original stories, I’ve focused so much more on the dialogue and what is going through their heads rather than pushing the story along to the real action. Even after all this time, I still feel a little embarrassed to dive into it so I figured forcing myself to share an experience in detail would be a bit of a new kind of rush for me..

During my college years, I took a little weekend trip with my best friend. She brought her future husband and I brought mine. We were all still exploring our sexualities at this point and went on the trip fully knowing we were going to have an interesting time.  Read more »

It’s just one date, part 3. [MF] [Misogyny] [Humiliation]

I saw his hand reach across the table and pull his phone back.

“Hey, do you want to see something funny?”

I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. I was still screaming at myself to leave.

“Here we go…” he slides the phone back in front of me and I can see it’s open to one of his conversations.

> **Amber:** Please, you’ll be doing me a huge favor and she’s beyond desperate I promise
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> **James:** I mean, that picture you sent was not flattering. Was that from a while ago at least?
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> **Amber:** I thought you liked girls with no self esteem?
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> **James:** They’re entertaining, but I don’t know if I want to have dinner with them…
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> **Amber:** PLEASE!! I need her on my good side. Look, she’ll probably fucking blow you in the bathroom if you get a few drinks in her. It’s just one night!
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> **James:** Fine, I’m ditching her with the bill if she’s boring though. That’s on you.
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> **Amber:** Thank you thank you thank you!!! Read more »

Just a little window

Is it appropriate or completely self centered to use this place as a bit of a personal journal? I care too much about what random people think about my intentions, I really just need these moments to act as a release valve.

I know so many come here to escape and trust me, I’m here for that reason as well but I don’t want to run from my realities. I don’t live my life in a bubble, I can’t just ignore these stresses and pretend I’m always some secretly slutty frustrated wife. I’m having to deal with too many people I know getting Covid and even more refusing to get the vaccine. I have people in my family struggling to figure out where they are going to live while I constantly fight with the guilt of not letting them live with us. I have projects at work that are out of control and I know I have to be the one to try to fix them but it’s too much and I fantasize about quitting all the time. Our grass and bushes are dying. Medical issues are springing up. It’s honestly one of the most stressful times of my life and one of the unique things about this site is having to face the brutal reality that you simply don’t care. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

Who are you?

There’s no way for me to ever fully know. This is a one way mirror where consenting adults have the opportunity to be vulnerable in front of an unknown crowd. I bare my thoughts and emotions for you and I can’t even tell if you’re there or not, all I can see are darkened silhouettes if I try looking hard enough. Whoever you are right now reading this, you are one of those darkened figures that gets to silently judge me. And for better or worse, I can feel how much I feed off of that judgement. I can feel how much I care about a stranger’s opinion of me even knowing they probably only thought about me for a moment and then moved on with their lives. I know most of the time you like reading stories on here and imagining them playing out in your head; observing from a distance or maybe putting yourself in one of the character’s shoes. But if you continue reading this, you aren’t an invisible observer anymore. You’re still a darkened figure who I can’t make out their face or even body type, but you know that I know you’re here watching me. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica