In an attempt to keep my hands and fingers occupied and give my pussy a rest I'm going to write my first ever kaufmich blogpost. I don't remember the last time I masturbated so much, or had so many sex dreams. Hopefully this doesn't come across as a complaint, I'm just a little stunned. Normally I wank a lot.

I wanted to share with you things I've been realised a sense of profound gratitude for over the past, say, 17 days I've spent in social isolation.

The external chaos of the world is sharply contrasted with a certain inner stillness. Not always in my mind, but in my humble daily routine. The sun that shines through my blinds and wakes me naturally as oppose to an alarm clock, organically taking decisions after cues from my body and not from a clock. When my stomach grumbles I prepare something to eat, when my eyelids grow heavier, I lay my head to rest. When my clitoris pulses, I place my hand in my knickers, delighted. I love touching my pussy to find it's already wet. Isolation has given me space and time to notice and give into spontaneous arousal. When I salivate I'm unsure if it's a sign of hunger or desire. I suppose salivation is ultimately a reaction to hunger, but I'm not yet sure if it's a hunger to feed or be fed, a hunger for touch or desire. There is a certain carnal simplicity about isolation that I'm adjusting to.

Coincidental blue skies, sunshine and summertime change during isolation caress me in a comforting way as would a lover or a friend during - something else I'm incredibly grateful for.

I'm grateful for the music recommendations I've been able to explore, that have curated a quasi soundtrack to my menial but pleasurable life, added a certain cinematic depth and let me stay connected to my body through dance. I'm grateful for the pole that stands erect in my bedroom, my own personal playground. Even though my ankle is healing from (or perhaps because of?), I am appreciating all my body offers me, the mobility that I have and the infinite ways I can express and feel through my body. I'm grateful for every time someone has kissed the back of neck.

I'm grateful I invested in a new phone with an updated camera before the pandemic, that I'm using now more than I could have anticipated. I'm grateful for phone sex. I'm grateful for the phone sex come back.