This is plans for a banishment ritual. I loved some men, over the years. Devotion is a skill. I gave a lot, sometimes more than was best for me. Takes a while to learn the sweet spot. I have social differences, pertaining to autism. And I lacked healthy relationship role models as a kid and
“I need to write,” I told my spouse. “I have some smut inside me, and I need to share it. Not corn smut–not immoral smut. Good clean smut.” I want to write about what I fantasize about lately. love sex crushes Lately I don’t have a crush on anyone. I’m in love with my spouse.
I wrote this poem “sapphire” about choosing to live by making a promise about what to prioritize, saying no to love that would destroy me. I choose to survive. sapphire I got your message that you’re sober and back in Ohio with your family. I wanted to be your family. You lied to me. You
Hey, how are you doing? I share this meme as something funny and too accurate. “Not today, satan” is countered with “What about tonight?” I’ve had some dates with satan. Or devilish folx, if not the Lucifer himself! Yes, he can be persistent. If abusers gave up easily, wouldn’t that be easier. trust My first
Sex toys are not sex. They’re physical objects that can facilitate sexual experiences, please, stimulate, stoke the imagination. They can also harm. Often they’re purchased, but I made a dildo out of wood, which is cool. vibrators Those big Magic Wand ones you plug into the wall–I had one long ago, used it only once.