Every day is a struggle. Noah always finds a reason to chat with me, tiny ways to touch. Continue reading “Every Second A Sin”
My pussy throbbed with every step he took toward me. I couldn’t stop looking at his perfectly proportioned face, his luscious lips, his gently shaved head. He wore a beard that I vowed to soak with my juices. Continue reading “Modern Romance, Pt 2”
I looked up from black lace
Who knew I could hate you
and fuck you still? Continue reading “Plan b”
I look at myself without recognition.
Is this what I should be happy with now?
I’ve grown so much I feel less desirable,
yet I’m as miserable as I’ve always been. Continue reading “Round & Rising”
Today was rough and easy.
I sold nothing. I ran hard.
Today I felt my body. I wept to feel it more. Continue reading “810”
will my sins never leave me?
Continue reading “Darkness”
now that I know
you want me
to watch talk