He sat at the edge of the bed with his back towards me. Upset. I could feel it in the air. Tension and stiffness everywhere but the place he wanted it most. He looked down at the flaccid meat between his thighs with disgust. I felt sorry for him, but he would not accept the comfort I tied to provide.
For the life of me I cannot remember the last time I fucked someone and really really wanted it. Continue reading “Killing Me Softly”
I’m so disillusioned with porn. Continue reading “Sick & Tired”
I just finished You. The second season seemed to take a slow start, so I turned it off mid way through the first episode. Continue reading “You, Season 2”
Having attended a play party that gave me a peek into the lifestyle I’ve hungered for, yesterday I found myself wondering what’s next? Continue reading “What’s Next?”
I fear that being in a relationship for almost a year has brought too much comfort and complacency to my partner.
My aim is to no longer dream of my own destruction, for when I do I live in fear. And to live in fear is to stand still at the bottom of a Ferris wheel during a blood moon festival. To live in fear is to stand still at a November carnival. They come and go these opportunities to move. Yet year upon year I stay planted.