SingleMomDirtyConfess

My posts are personal, raw, and sometimes intentionally confusing. 😁

So it’s natural not everyone stop,and scrolling to look.

And it doesn’t make people stupid or blind — it simply means they'r dont like, or not their things. Its okay.

I share what’s honest to me, my secret story and desire, may not what performs well.

I’m not posting for anyone’s attention. I’m here to express my noughty side of me.

And maybe lot of my post hard to believe. And its okay too, i dont need anyone validation.

but I’d rather have six likes that understand me than hundreds that don’t.

What matters is someone pauses, reads, and feels something conected— 😍😍😍

If only a few people do, then those few are special

Thank you for taking time to say this.

It genuinely means something to me. 😘

Shopping with my step-sis is just different. It’s not about the clothes or the lunch… it’s about keeping that sibling bond alive beyond just orgasmic pleasure alone. Iir is the absolute best at making me and my step-brother float on cloud nine — the kind of pleasure that leaves us convulsing, roaring, and rolling our eyes back from the sheer intensity of what she gives us.

Her husband still asleep at her place right now. But tonight, his all mine at my house.

Our story isn’t just about her business or my business — the ones we sometimes feel like shutting down, not because of competition, but because of the corrupt government.

Every single spoiled, filthy story about our little brother gets me soaking wet.

I want the full detailed story about that gangbang event her husband set up. Make me flood, dripping and soaked, maybe even leaking into my panties.

Even though I already saw it all in our shared Google Photos, hearing her tell it makes me so much hornier.

There are so many intimate memories that only two of us truly understand. 💕

This bond we have was clearly destined to be this deep and this close.

Yoga and sex are same delicious language. Both make me wet with anticipation. Both teach me to breathe through the heat, push my limits until pleasure takes over.

I love opening myself wider, feeling that sweet burn in my core, hips rolling like I’m riding the edge of orgasm.

😋😋

Inhale the fire. Exhale the tension. Let my pussy throb with every stretch.

Bend deeper. Get wetter. Come undone.

Then fuck yourself senseless and do it all over again.

🤩🤩😍😍🥰💦💦

I’ll let your hands roam wherever they please, your lips trace every inch, turning this quiet night into our dirty little fantasy.

😈💦

Damn, your flirting on full Europe level 😏

I’ve been flown out before… but only straight into someone’s heart.

You want me there with you? Or you just wanna watch me slowly pack my suitcase…

Imagining what little I’ll be wearing for you?"

Dont peek.., its my.. 😋😋😋

Sometimes I just need a man's warm shoulder to lean on. Caress me and strengthen me.

And Says Everything will pass like storm you have gone through. His hands embrace me and kiss my forehead.

"Yoga doesn’t just open your hips—it awakens your pleasure. When a woman learns to breathe deeply and move with intention on the mat, she carries that same presence and power into the bedroom."

"The greatest foreplay begins on the yoga mat. Through yoga, a woman reclaims her body, strengthens her core and pelvic floor, and cultivates a sensuality that radiates from within."

Because I’m tired pretending and wearing a mask like in real life. So now i had place tell my story on my post. Read or not by other, is not my purposes

I used always feel like I had to be "perfect" in front of all people — hiding my job, my company, my struggles, and even my relationship with my siblings, which isn’t normal by society’s standards.

Now, I’m choosing to show up as my real self. On Tumblr, I can finally actualize the life I’ve been hiding from the real world.

That photo with my siblings isn’t just a memory — it’s proof that behind all the business hustle, company life, all kind of busyess , I’m still just a regular human being who deeply loves their family. Even if the way we express our affection doesn’t match what society considers normal.

The secrets I share? They’re part of my real journey — falling down, getting back up,embarrassing painful, failing, and rising again. And honestly, it’s even heavier and more intense than what I’ve posted.

Maybe im stupid, or brave with no brain to tell our life. But I don’t want to live behind a mask in all our aspec of our life. If you’re comfortable with this "secret" version of me, you’re welcome to stay. If not, you’re free to go.

Life is too short to keep hiding who we truly are im all worl you lived.— including our secret desires that we’re forced to suppress.

Sometimes, I can release them through these posts. Whether other accounts read them or not isn’t the point. At least it lightens the emotional weight I’ve been carrying.

Peace.

Here's the explanation,

1. It was blocked by the government multiple times

2. Other platforms are much more popular and better suited to local needs

Indonesians prefer apps that are:

Visual and fast → Instagram, TikTok

Short videos and entertainment → TikTok, YouTube

Daily communication → WhatsApp

Social and business → Facebook & Instagram

3. Language and culture

Tumblr is mostly English-speaking and dominated by Western communities (anime fandoms, LGBTQ+, NSFW content, etc.).

4. User statistics

Tumblr does have some users in Indonesia, but the percentage is very small compared to other countries.

And

Answering a friend's question: Why did you post on Tumblr, which is open and can be read at any time and cannot be locked? My answer: As long as it's not Indonesian here, it's safe.

Am I still suitable wearing this kind clothes? or am I too old?

Child time

Get invaded in my own office. Anggry, but my pussy betrayed me. Im wet, im soaked.

Waiting is boring alot.. but i used waiting time with something i like.