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,
Gray Skies, Weirdos & Music.
This from-the-hip post - as they all are - was written quickly and without any semblance of editing. One of my favorite ways to beat these Chicago winter blues is to indulge in a minimum of one staycation every thirty days between the
Edging is about intimacy.
It's no secret that I harbor a great love for playing a man's body like an instrument. To deliberately stoke his flame and experiment with how many times I can bring him to the edge and back is the most
Just a tease. (erotic video)
While my OnlyFans will remain a thing of the past, I will never waste an opportunity to tease. So upon rediscovering this dirty gem, I knew that I had to share it with you once again. And it is my