My friend txted me a picture of this card–he said it was hot, looked like someone fingering the earth. Hells yeah. I would finger the earth, fuck the earth with my rose quartz strap-on and my entire soul, cuddle the earth, make any kind of love to the earth. The Earth is my true love,
“Your arm is so pretty,” I said, admiring its muscles and smoothness, his beautiful light brown skin. “If I was so pretty as you, I would just lie in bed and masturbate…all day!” We shared a smile about that. I get confused, sometimes. My friend built a staircase-porch so beautiful; I told him–if I could
insert image here I looked up BDSM public domain images to plop into this post, and what I saw had nothing to do with what I actually did. the stuff we did wasn’t costly–I didn’t buy any costuming or gear. I’m not a thin white woman with big tits, restrained and slightly grinning, suggesting naughtiness.
content warning: pretend violence for healing what you suck is what you get Lately I want him to hold my head down on his dick really hard when he’s ejaculating, so his semen pumps down my throat, and I get a delighted, happy, used, close feeling. Also, it might be easier on my neck. I
We did the ritual last night; my friend mentioned it was a new moon. It was beautiful. I was unprepared for the intense emotions. My favorite part was being in ritual space and a sexy space at the same time. He lit the candle. We added a couple things, like we sang a Mother song
We were lying in bed, close and cuddly. I started having a story going in my mind, unraveling like a dream. “Can I tell you this fantasy I’m having?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said. Ok, well, you washed up on the shore of an island. You were in a boatwreck and were badly injured.
I asked a newish friend how many significant ex-es he had and the main reason he usually broke up with people. I found my own questions kinda rude. Most everyone has ex-es–how do you choose what’s significant? It seemed unkind to classify any ex as insignificant. But I have so many. Do they all matter?
This love sex ritual is about connection, blessing, honoring. A refreshing of commitment and expression of care. Please adapt for use with your own partner person or persons. materials: friendship candle, dish of water, rose oil, hunk of amethyst, Mother image, chocolate, water to drink, lighter, pouch of magic I am naked in the
respect me: do you respect me? him: I love you. me: but do you respect me? always? him: yes. me: is love a type of respect? or are they separate? worship me: I want you to worship me. him: I do. me: no, I mean formally. worship the hell outta me, then fuck the shit
Before, I didn’t like having sex in the morning. We had a policy–only after breakfast. Why did I dislike having sex first thing? I found it disorienting. Sex was a big deal–I wanted to be ready. Nowadays I like when sex can be a big deal, taking hours for the whole process, but it could