He knew that I knew his kryptonite.
It goes without saying that this is a work of fiction. I removed my latex gloved fingers from his mouth and let go of his crimson cock. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, panting and writhing, straining and trying to contain. He leaked. “Well this
UPDATED: Approximately 26 things a man can do to turn me on
This work of erotic fiction was originally penned in September, 2022 and was added to on August 6, 2023. I've peppered new turn-ons throughout the list, so please consume it in it's entirety. What can a man do to turn me
And so you end up loving your mantra.
Originally written in June of 2023, this fluid piece is a reflection on navigating emotion, commonality, boundaries, compartmentalization, and responsibility within the context of certain companion/client relationships. "You love someone's laugh. Their smile, their scent, the weight of them. Her curves. Their eyes. The
The sweat beads. It drips.
He wants me to come to him fresh from the gym. In a dress. My skin damp and glowing, pheromones pulling him in. Pulling him under. Between my legs, inside that dress. The little black one he always requests. (And don't forget the heels.) So I run, and
Bad music, good sex.
Coming soon: A short erotic essay about how the accidental implementation of bad music in the bedroom can make good sex even better. Inspired by actual (funny/hot) events and the contemporary in my orbit who regularly forces me to revisit the
Kettlebells are (literally) for pussies.
At long last, and after much prodding from various lovers - and at the risk of sounding sophomoric - I am here to state the following fact: I have a really fucking tight pussy. I mean, mine grips, it milks,
You deserve.
Never forget that you deserve to be proud, both of who you are now and of how far you've come. You deserve to enjoy the fruits of you strength, perseverance, and resourcefulness. You deserve to feel comfortable, both in life
Machines Can’t
Fake words, fake people, and what once was our reality. Now borderline. They’re coming for our jobs, but they’re not coming for mine. Or my reality. Machines can’t learn to lay in bed naked with you, in dripping Savannah heat, talking forks in the road and why you’re a stray cat.
The fearousal phenomenon
If I had a dollar for every time one of my lovers confessed that he was initially intimidated by me, I’d
Animalistic
"But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body." - Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being I knew his body so well that I could feel the ghost of it. I could