Hopefully you have sex with a goddess all the time. goddess comfort There’s this goddess I visit in my mind. She’s like me but giant, stronger, more stable, older. She’s very trustworthy. When I feel sad or scared, I go to her–she holds me. She’s a Mother Goddess. She sits on a colorful throne–the main
dream people Sometimes a dream feels so real, it’s hard for me to believe it isn’t. I can’t help but think dream people are out there somewhere, doing dream things. The man standing behind me who startles me and I yell, the kid I send to search for a lost blue glove I dropped in
“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
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 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.
“You’re greater than the sum of your parts,” I told him. “The sum of your parts is three, if each ball is a part.” I wanted to give him a happy relationship blowjob. We were in bed, and he was naked. “Who do you want to suck your dick?” I asked. “You,” he said. “I
red curry That night the pron addict told me he had a porn addiction, we were at the Thai place by his apartment, and something in me constricted, grossed out. Then about one second letter, I felt a rush of compassion. I reached out to him with my arms. I held him. He was wearing