I used to think of your room as a beautiful, almost magical place that smells so nice, and has those crystals by the door. Just passing by, I was blissed. The place where you rest, where you get vulnerable. Before you left for a trip, you would bring up that your room is available to
“Wow, I lost my voice, singing in the car. I didn’t think I was singing that loud,” I told my cherished housemate friend. My voice was raspy. We were at the dining room table, co-working, closer than we had been. “What were you singing?” they asked. I pondered that playlist. There were so many songs
Hello, what kind of writing do you value? I like to share truth here that’s too personal for publishing with my real name. It’s an artful side project I give as much heart as I can spare. I like when I have a ton of writing energy and update here every other day. Sometimes survival
“Tell me you want your dick sucked,” I told my spouse. We were in bed, naked and close, and his dick was in my hand. “I want my dick sucked,” he said. “Tell me you want your dick sucked,” I repeated. “I want my dick sucked,” he repeated, with a little more emotion. Feels good
My spouse’s favorite superhero is Black Widow. He told me this a while back, and I was confused, as she’s not Black or a widow. “What do you like about her?” I asked. “She’s a spy. And she’s Russian,” I said. “Why is it good, to be Russian?” I asked. He shrugged–not sure. He studied
The breast play hour was amazing. I made this art of the menu. Yes, it was overwhelming pleasure, to feel that much breast sensation, so constantly for more than an hour. I learned a lot, and it was healing. how it happened I was naked and clean and lay back in the bed. The light
Lately we have sex every day after lunch. It’s been a month or so like that. Rarely there’s a reason we have to do it later. This reliable date is comforting and good for my mental health and my spouse’s also. There’s nothing to consider, just joyful siesta. We refer to it as post-lunch, post-lunch
“I wanted to tell you something,” my spouse said. We were in the car, and he was driving me somewhere. “Ok,” I said. “What’s up?” “The other day when you told me you were writing, and you asked if that was ok,” he sad. “I wanted to tell you–it’s always ok that you’re writing.” “Aw!”
“Look at my socks, and then how my shirt matches my socks. What do you think?” He looked at my socks, and I felt appreciated. “It’s great,” my spouse said. “Do you want to mate with me now?” I asked. “Have I proven I’m good enough for you?” “Yes,” my spouse said. “Yay!” I said,
I was taking a morning walk with my spouse and saw some sex graffiti. I felt excited because I love street art, and it’s somewhat lacking in our neighborhood. This art seemed childish. I laughed and showed my spouse. “Look at the scissor dick,” I said. If you’re not sure that’s a dick, there’s a