#liveyourlife

Everyone is running in a race.

I chose to stop.

Not because I gave up.

Because I realized the race was never mine to run.

We spend our whole lives chasing timelines that society gave us.

The right age to settle. The right age to succeed. The right things to own. The right people to impress.

And somewhere in all that running, we forget to actually live.

Slow down.

Jitna bhi try krlo bunny, ek na ek din train toh chutega hi....

Train hi toh hai wapas bhi aajayegi, lekin zindagi toh ek hi haina??

Uska kya??? 😮‍💨🙃

Sam completely lost himself in the pantyhose filled with cake. Nathalie also noticed that she was getting the better of Sam. It was well known that Nathalie was more interested in women than men and could easily impose her will on people. A few days later, Sam had to pick something up from Nathalie. I waited outside in the car, and within five minutes he texted me. 'Look what I found'

“Watch out now,” I texted back. Later, he called to say that he would be a little late and that he would come home. Three hours later, Nathalie texted me.

“I heard you already warned him 🫣, I can use this🤭😘, as you can see, it works well.” I texted back, “Be nice to him!😉” After that, he went back to Nathalie almost every day. After a month, I asked Sam how he was doing, and I quickly received a text back, ‘great, she really has a lot, if I do what she asks, I can have one every now and then ❤️‍🔥’.

“And this is just what's coming out of the laundry, at least two drawers full...” I asked Nathalie too, and that gave me a different perspective.

“I'm nice to him and he's nice to me, a little bit of hrt cake on top and he's like pudding in my hand. When you know, you can see that it's working.”

I didn't pay any more attention to it or spend any more time on it, but six months later I got a text message on Sam's number saying, “Hi, Jemma here, I'm doing well.” I sent back, “???? Wrong number, send it back.” Another text message: “Sorry, John, it was me, Sam. Now, Jemma, I'll send you a photo that Nathalie took two days ago!, after cleaning I did a Afternoon nap”

'She fed me her cake, when I "clean her pantyhose", now I know what it does, but hey, we're fine, I love her, and she likes women. I can also continue my passion for pantyhose undisturbed, so it's a win-win situation. I can dance in my free time at her ballet studio, which is in the basement. Maybe we can meet each other? I can ask her if she would be willing to bring me to you! I hope I see you soon!?😘😘'

Two weeks later, she visited me, and she looked really good. I never thought Jemma could look so beautiful. I joked that she looked better than Sam, and she agreed. She lives with Nathalie and works for her. This was at the beginning of October.

Our friendship and bond are back to normal; her character hasn't changed. She comes in and immediately jumps on the kitchen counter to catch up. This photo was taken in May. It's nice to see that bare legs are a no-go. What used to look a bit strange a year ago now looks sexy.