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, and I welcome this besting with flushed skin and 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
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
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To kiss you with passion you thought was long dead. To show you the value of trust. To take you steps further until you know you. To balance sincerity with lust. To laugh with abandon at our stupid joke as we run back to shelter