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In: Personal essays
A woman wearing nothing but socks and sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest. Photo.

Recently – while dissecting a morning fuck over breakfast crêpes – I thanked my fuck buddy for the glorious head he’d given me. His response surprised me. He told me that he thought that I needed oral sex that morning, that I needed to lie back (or sit on his face) and let him pleasure me. He was right, it was exactly what I needed – but I’m not good at lying back and ‘accepting’ oral.Read More →

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In: Filthy poetry

Today I have some this-might-actually-be filthy poetry for y’all, featuring scrambled eggs, unshaved legs, and some memories of past fucks.Read More →

On:
In: Erotica

It may be possible to tell that I didn’t quite know where this post was going until I got to the last few lines. Thus, as I decided I don’t have the energy today to rewrite it, you are being treated to a slightly tangled journey through some of the hot dominant things that I’ve tried.Read More →