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
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
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
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.