These sex notes are for my spouse– things I’ve noticed, felt, and wanted lately. sex notes Dear lover, Yesterday when we had sex, I thought maybe when you were fucking me, I could have cum a second time. The vibrator was still on my clit, and I rode out that intense orgasm which made me
My heart was broken again. I wanted to ask you what’s not good enough about me. What are you looking for? Am I too kind, or am I too generous? The first time I touched you, I felt your remarkable open heart. That instant feeling of cozy safety had never happened to me before. My
Dear friend, I was thinking about something you mentioned regretting. I’m sorry it hurts to hurt another person. I wanted to tell you: the erotic is fueled by the tension between what’s real and what’s not real. The tension creates an energy. It’s ok to be wrong during sex, as long as it’s consensual. Exploring
Dear friend, I worried about you, when you were headed to another state to do direct action and risk arrest. Partly I’m worried because you’ve never been arrested. I’m proud of you for wanting to make a better world. But I know that in direct actions, there’s risk with police violence. Things happen unexpectedly. There
Dear friend, I was thinking of that funny moment when I mentioned how in a previous community, my spouse had a reputation for undressing lickety split. Yes, at the moment of taking off clothes, he had it down to just a few seconds. You seemed surprised. You don’t know the whole story: a personal growth
Do you hurt her? How does she like to be hurt? Do her eyes roll back in her head? Do you feel powerful, dominating her thin, white, abled body? How does she cum for you? How many times? Is it hard to be quiet together? Is it ironic, to fuck her in the house where
Dear friend, I keep pulling the tower and death card, when I ask Spirit about you–it’s been months. Spirit tells me our relationship needs big change. Earlier on I used to get the three of swords, five of cups. Spirit told me to walk away, and I didn’t have the guts. When I asked the
This letter about relationship pain comes from a hurt place I don’t know how to talk about. This letter is an unsent attempt to sort it out. Dear friend, I’ve been thinking about me and you. I remember you mentioned most of your partners have been mean to you, or a mixed situation. My spouse
This poem “when Michael dies” is about my close friend who I never met in person yet. I ask for her post-husband visit so we can be animals together, and I would like to comfort her in her grief. when Michael dies When Michael dies, freedom will fly into your life like a wild wind,
When you left here, it was messy and painful. Your choice to have sex with our housemate was part of that. I think you anticipated a fun, hot, lighthearted encounter. Maybe no one would know. Probably you had zero idea what the consequences would be. I’m sorry you made that choice. I hope sex with