When I soaked black lentils on the counter at the same time you marinated tempeh on the counter, I pretended you were my friend. I hope your meal was as delicious as mine. I dodged you in the kitchen as well as I could, no longer crying about your leaving. I’d memorized your departure date,
“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.
“Will you hold this?” I asked my spouse. I was sitting on the bed wearing a black, lace-edged tank top, holding my right breast. I moved toward him and let him reach into my shirt and hold my breast for me. “Ah, thank you,” I said. “Thank you for helping me carry my burden.” I
“I wanna put my dick inside of you,” my spouse said to me. We were in bed, and he was very horny. “Why do you wanna do that?” I asked. “To see if it still fits?” “Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to put it in all the way, and see if it still fits. And
I used to think I only wanted sex when I was really horny. Now I think there are degrees of excitement, and I can enjoy sex in many ways, in different feeling states. youth When I was young, the hormones were coursing through me. I needed to masturbate regularly for my own comfort, and I
Crushes are weird, especially when they make no sense. I would prefer if my feelings made sense, and if my spouse’s feelings made sense. I was at our usual grocery store with my spouse, and we saw this guy who works there, who my spouse has mentioned before. He’s a tall, friendly, gorgeous Black man
sex as healing the bold head and matching wings form a plump wishbone shape I would lick until you shake. please rest in the joy of my care, then come on my tongue and learn my name in the depths of your contracting vulva. you gave everything to many loves who half-understood and blamed you
I don’t think your feelings for anyone are wrong. I never feel ashamed of you. I think you can feel however you feel about anyone in the world. You are free, and no one can own your heart. Maybe behavior could be more of a thing to limit, if you choose to. But you know,