My spouse and I had a photo shoot yesterday. I was masturbating, and the light was right as I lay in bed on the rose pink sheet. Taking photos was a way to help my spouse stay awake. They had just fucked me, and I asked them to clear off the bed of blankets and
“Do you want to taste this persimmon?” I asked my spouse. We were in the kitchen, and I was processing persimmons, a sacred food for me. “No, I don’t like persimmons,” they said. “What don’t you like?” I asked. “I don’t like the taste, and they’re too slimy,” they said. “It’s just… negative associations.” anew