How I like to be hit has changed over the years. My spouse and I are coming together with renewed interest and love, after I broke up with my brilliant young lover who I had been spending significant time with. It’s a huge life change to refocus on my spouse as the person I most
“I have a little bump inside my mouth, like a blister. Like a nursing blister,” I told my spouse. I thought about friction and tender tissues. “Maybe I sucked your dick too much,” I continued. “No, you didn’t suck my dick too much,” my spouse said. Then we laughed and laughed. nursing blister I’ve never
Dear friend, I was never young. In years, I was young; I was born as a baby and progressed as one does. But I was never young in the sense of needs met, well-being protected, spirit cherished. What’s innocence? I definitely wasn’t guilty. But life didn’t unfold in a stepwise way. Choices were denied me,
“You’re happy just getting your dick sucked,” I told my spouse. “I want sex that’s way more kinky.” “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll do something more kinky.” desires Lately I have some specific kink desires but haven’t communicated them to my spouse. An easy desire is to move wedges and pillows toward the
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,
I watch my feelings change as the months pass. I’m glad to stay in motion. Angry this morning–yeah, I’ve been angry. So here’s a fuck you list. fuck you Fuck you for letting me bring you into my life, connecting with my friends and spouse and community. For letting me welcome you, so kindly, then