I want places it’s ok to share erotic art. I’ve thought about making a pay site, but I don’t know how to manage the funds considering I’m disabled on benefits. Likewise I wish for a corn co-op, but my friends don’t seem into it. Not sure I have the energy to manage that from scratch.
This post is an Imbolc letter to the one I’m estranged from. Dear one, Many times over the past few months, I’ve wanted to tell you that you are welcome in my home. I know we’re not speaking right now. But I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you (for months) that
I’m happy my spouse last night took this picture of my ass. I was wearing the roses swimsuit bottom as chonies. I like the black with flowers. My ass is still very large and beautiful. It’s flat and huge with a substantial upper butt / sacral fat pad. I’m happy my ass is huge and
I have a pocket of feelings I don’t enjoy. I visit them in an addictive way. Usually I skim the surface, but today my spouse was pulling cash from an ATM, and I was sitting alone in the car. I started talking to myself, or talking to the one I love who I should not
One of my favorite groups on a social media site is about lesbian sex. I’m fascinated by lesbians. I’ve never fully been a lesbian, but I’ve considered at different parts of my life– am I a lesbian? Whatever I am, I enjoy giving lesbian sex tips to strangers. A lady was feeling guilty for not
My addictions are mine and comfortable. I wish I didn’t have them, but they’re part of me. They’re like my disabilities– I know what to do. My addictions are like soft, frayed blankets, easy to fall into. I’m not proud of them, but I’m used to them. I know how they smell. my addictions Long
This Solstice letter is an unsent letter to someone I’m estranged from. Dear one, This letter is emotional but chill and respectful, as far as I perceive. Thank you if it’s something you want to let in. I thought about you on Solstice when I was preparing to go to the land, and walking by
I love someone, and we have chemistry. But if there’s anything I’ve learned this past year, it’s that I need to be particular. My life is derailed if I have sex with someone who’s not consistent and emotionally available. So I’ve been thinking about how not to have sex with someone– ideas for a more
“Will you look inside my cunt?” I asked. “What do you see?” My spouse slightly spread my labia. I was lying naked in bed after a shower. We were at the beginning part of sex. “What do you see in there?” I asked. “I see beauty,” they answered. That is very sweet, but not the
“I think you fixed my pH,” I said. “Thank you for the semen cure. Or your balls are a lil yeasty and slapped yeast in there, overwhelming the bacteria.” My spouse laughed. They were about to leave on a sacred errand, moving through our small home getting ready to go out. I was still lying