A raspberry, I think, picturing the just-ripened juicy pink-red in my mind and transferring the plump-soft memory of unplucked-from-the-vine succulence to the resistance-spring give of swollen flesh pulsing – aroused,… Read more »
Oooof. Sharp.Sand-rough.Grit hard scratch against tender soft un-wet. Hiss of breath between teeth.His: pleasure. Mine: pain. Stinging pricks of icy rain batter the insides of my eyes. I lower my… Read more »
Not in a “I’m getting all the sexy sex I could possibly imagine and I know I’m not missing out on anything, therefore have zero FOMO” kind of way. More… Read more »
I am both too hot and too cold, restless, agitated, exhausted. I stare at the ceiling and try to track my thoughts, aligning them one by one against the sliver… Read more »