“Last time we had sex, when I was masturbating, I imagined my dick as a flame,” I said. I was lying in bed with my spouse, naked, after sex. “Was it sharp?” my spouse asked. “Not really sharp,” I said. “But it was angular and red. It wasn’t dick-shaped.” It was pointed triangle shaped– a
Dear lost one, I miss when you hugged me hard and made me tea– I felt like I belonged near you. Maybe I belonged somewhere. Those days were kind of brief. I miss when I brought you to the land because I was showing you what was most valuable to me, trying to give that
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 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
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