Winter Feelings

Lately, I’ve been feeling like the quiet, overlooked wife in a house that’s always full — full of noise, responsibility, and expectations. I smile, I cook, I nest… but inside, this pregnant body feels restless. Soft. Sensitive. And painfully aware of how long it’s been since anyone has really looked at me.

Being a horny housewife isn’t something I ever planned to become, but pregnancy has changed me. Every emotion feels deeper. Every craving lingers longer. I find myself aching for companionship — not just touch, but attention. Someone who notices the way I breathe when I’m nervous… or how easily I melt when a man’s voice lowers just for me.

I don’t need to be in charge. I don’t want to be. I want to feel guided… wanted… quietly claimed by someone who knows how to lead while I follow. There’s something intoxicating about imagining a man who sees past the apron and into the needy, waiting woman underneath.

Maybe that’s why I write these confessions. Because somewhere out there is someone who understands how lonely a woman can feel even when her house is full. Someone who enjoys being listened to… and enjoys knowing I’m listening too.

If you’ve ever wanted a soft, eager companion who leans into your words and finds comfort in your attention… I’m right here.