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
“Can you smell your dick on my breath?” I asked my spouse. I had just been going down on him–now I kissed his mouth. “Yes,” he said. “Does it smell good?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. hands Every once in a while I’ll notice a friend or housemate smell their own hand. I wonder what
She was beautiful, not like me–maybe not even like you. You are the most beautiful person in the world. But her body… She was shapely. “You have such a nice figure,” older women told her. You could tell even though she was wearing clothes. Her face was beautiful as well. She wore makeup and worked
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
“What would you do if you had some special honey?” I asked my spouse. We were driving in his car. “Other than put it on your dick and suck it off, of course. That’s just a given.” Yes, that’s something we did a long time ago, back when my spouse was my anarchist boyfriend. food
I was wondering, “Why does it feels so important, when I want to have sex with someone?” Feels vitally important, looming so huge in my internal landscape. My spouse is wonderful, and I have such good sex with him. Why risk so much with a new person, just for some thrills? Of course I want
I try to family up with people–it’s a thing. Often a friend and I get close and closer, then to a point where we are good friends with deep intimacy between us. And it’s like– ok, are we going to partner now? At the spot where many would use alcohol or other drugs to get
“I think you’ll do,” my spouse said, inspecting me as I stood with my hands tied behind my back. “Yes, I accept you as my bitch.” We were at a vacation rental, doing some kink. It got loud, so I’m glad we had noise privacy. That morning I had a vivid fantasy about being chosen
I wrote about what happened last summer, when my spouse and I briefly lived on a small farm where the farmer witch wanted a sister wife. Writing helped me realize again: there can be such a large gap between what we want vs what we say we want. sister wife How much truth will fit,
I masturbated to orgasm and recorded it. I’ve done that before–it’s been years. My spouse and I were staying at a vacation rental, and I was horny. He was out doing something else. I’ve been stressed, lonely, moody. Sometimes sex is a way all those emotions can come out. Maybe I’d rather process it alone,