A Release Beyond His Control
Now live on On Sex & Donuts: An erotic reflection on sex and laughter. Click over to read, lover.
Communication & edging.
Originally written 10/9/23. Find more posts like this by clicking the tags at the bottom of the page! Communicating our intimate desires and curiosities can be a scary experience, especially when they deviate from our perception of what our partner/the world
Finding comfort in the validation of nonconformity
Riding the Wooden Rollercoaster is now live on my Substack. Click over to On Sex & Donuts to read this introspective, affirmative, and erotic piece.
Kindred Spirits & Archetypes
Updated Jan 10, 2024. At its core, my degree of attraction to someone is informed by how they communicate, treat others, treat themselves, and navigate the abstractions of our world. I adore men of all ages, am a sucker for
Through his eyes…
Recently, over the course of two days, I spent five hours getting to know a remarkable soul. (It was thoughts of him that inspired certain elements of Communication & Edging
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