Spirit keeps telling me to throw my naked body at my spouse. As life changes and I change, I ask Spirit: How can I care for my spouse, nurture the relationship, be kind to him, proceed with him? I get the Fool, which in my deck is a naked white woman with flowers in her
My local closest friend is a hot trans lady. We are very close–best friends. We met last summer, and I see her almost every day. She’s close to my spouse also. I want to have sex with her–this hot trans lady. She is not planning on fucking me. My whole body says a huge YES.
“The other people I want to have sex with, it’s based on ignorance. I don’t know what I would find if I entered that territory. When I want to have sex with you, I know what I’m asking for. I want you–I love you.” I was talking to my spouse–we were in bed. “Wanting to
When you left here, it was messy and painful. Your choice to have sex with our housemate was part of that. I think you anticipated a fun, hot, lighthearted encounter. Maybe no one would know. Probably you had zero idea what the consequences would be. I’m sorry you made that choice. I hope sex with
“Bless me with your come,” I said to my spouse. He was between my legs, beating off, wishing to ejaculate on my vulva. About two seconds later, he did bless me thus. I looked at him with deep empathy. His eyes were half-closed as he got exactly what he wanted, his semen spurting on my
Hello, I’ve seen more dicks depicted. My spouse and I were traveling in California. Wow, so many dicks in this world. And so similar! This one was in southern California inland, Victorville, on the sidewalk at a park. I like how someone tried to obscure it, but it’s still easily seen. I like the semen
I love this image. Maybe it’s supposed to be funny, a depiction of a switch: I am Buddha with upraised mudra hand to spank–I am the naked lady on his lap, ass already pink from impact, ready to receive the next blow. BDSM as religion. Valid! But something more, with the sacred Buddha. The image
Sex is a vulnerable ritual that creates veil-rending pleasure. I see God, in the transcendent union. The glitter of God shines for me, intoxicating me, while I’m being penetrated by someone, coming for someone, envaginating someone, making them come, giving myself completely. Sex is about ecstatic intimacy for me, but most people don’t see it