Here is more erotic art, a few pictures, breasty and alive. shame I was punished as a child for drawing art that was considered inappropriate. It was spoken of in hushed tones. The teacher was so upset. I think that was fourth grade. Wow, the shame got deep. Here I am a full on adult,
I’m sunning on the bank of a river. It’s a glorious day. Red flowers are growing around me. I’m lying on my blanket, listening to birds sing, wind in the trees, and feeling grateful for my body and my life. My breasts, huge tummy, soft thighs, feet, shoulders, strong calves, arms, back, hands, neck, ass,
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.
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 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
“You’re safe,” my spouse said. They stopped hitting me. It was a shorter sentence than I had requested. My spouse knows what I want– I want to be safe more than anything. They go to the root. collar We were in bed in the afternoon. I’d asked my spouse to collar me while hitting me.
“There are many ways I could sit on your lap,” Velvet said. I was relaxing on the chair, which has no arms and is wide and slick like leather or pretend leather. The chair was holding my back and huge ass, low to the floor. We had just done ritual, asking our guides to collaborate
I’ve had a ton of queer sex, including intense gender-y experiences. I remember the first time I ever went down on my spouse’s ass and all I learned doing that: so tender. I felt like a gay man, which isn’t what I expected. But recently I had very trans sex for the first time, and
Dear one, Yesterday I was telling you, I want to go down on our mutual friendly acquaintance / acquaintancely friend. They’d mentioned that they weren’t going to the May Day event to work, but to get laid. “I’m not going to DJ unless someone is sucking my dick while I’m DJing,” they said. Surprised, I
Lately I’ve been feeling lonely. It’s a social sadness in my body, mostly related to missing my mom. I’m sad missing my extended family of origin. Sex is definitely comforting, meeting a different social need. My spouse and I did a Valentine’s Day photo shoot, and I like the nsfw photos. celebrate Yes, it was