My new kink.
I'm on my knees where I want to be. His hands are in my hair and hold me in place. And my throat holds him in place as he says those two little words. Our eyes lock and I'd bite my lip if I could. I
A thigh kink and a 2h preference.
This, of course, is a work of fiction. It was written from the hip. I recently dreamt that I spent a couple of hours with a new client who reconnected me with an important truth: I am not supposed to offer
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
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.
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
Weight, Pt. 1
A man’s body on top of mine is primal, and it is weight. It is soul-to-soul through locked eyes and firmly gripping fingers. I am his conquest in the moment, welcoming his besting with flushed skin and orgasmic profanity.
Decisiveness, Communication & Phenomenal Sex.
Originally written & posted in December 2022, this from-the-hip post - as they all are - was written quickly and without any semblance of editing. If you’ve followed me for some time, you’ll remember a post in my old blog titled That New
He knew he was in trouble. (video)
He knew he was in trouble when my devilish giggle appeared. Dirty utterances and intuitive touch. Teasing and aching yet undeniably light. He knew he was in trouble, and he fucking loved it. Visit On Sex & Donuts for a
Night of a Thousand Pleasures
This story was originally featured on my blog's 2021 iteration, before I accidentally deleted everything as I went off on hiatus. I found a copy of it by chance, and am reposting. It felt especially important to keep this story alive,