Welcome To Vagina!
No, not Virginia. Vagina. The state that is its own state flower. Or something. So: Welcome to Vagina! I’ll be your tour guide. And before you ask:
No, not Virginia. Vagina. The state that is its own state flower. Or something. So: Welcome to Vagina! I’ll be your tour guide. And before you ask:
Blue-black visions swim against my eyelids as I swim to consciousness, fingertips dipping beneath my waistband in somnambulent insistence, trailing fire against sensitive flesh, seeking sweet relief. I am slick…. Read more »
The subject of fantasies (and their applicability – if any – to reality) came up in the comments section on my last post, and I’ve been mulling over the concept(s) a… Read more »
My honeyed syrup drips, sticky sweet, coating my sugared walls, coaxing your fingers further inside where their scissoring tease pulls forth my dripping wet. My heart beats a two-syllable tattoo… Read more »