I see you're in South Korea right now and I realize it could've been us under the moonlight pressed for time and pushing for it to be done you and I side by side in the Asian sun I wonder what it would be like though I'm sure I already know: Moments of stillness, polite … Continue reading Boseong
you puncture your own flesh and pour tequila in your wounds while waiting to hear from him ever so competitive, you dismantle yourself before he even attempts to break you
Perplexed by the paralysis of my tongue, I want him pinned down, tied, and bound I can't wait to stroke it, fondle his fear, tap stilettos beside his ear Dear Darkness, I want him. And I'll try not to break him while he hovers between ecstasy and existence And when I Iet him come back … Continue reading Soliloquy
I'm very new to butt play, and for me it's kind of like learning a new language. I'm not perfect at distinguishing what feels good or isolating specifics when something is inside me. But what I do know is I very much enjoy sensations on top of sensations, the more the better. My DP experience … Continue reading I finally know what it’s like to be DP’d
Darnell ignited a fire in me that I forgot I possessed. His body against mine felt devine. Elegantly sculpted, firm, young, agile. He laid lust and raw energy on my lips when he kissed me. I was so consumed by my desire for him that my hands found their way to his muscular glutes and … Continue reading Dirty Dancing in DC
Suddenly I was slipping Take charge tendencies Ignited in technicolor the steering wheel became fire
There’s something magical in the way music rearranges physics With the right song, you can exchange repressed reality for waking moments in a vivid and continuous dream. Purely unscientific, there’s a natural mystic, a trance-like toxin to sound The music is immense soul-altering, reality sculpting, time means nothing music grinds on its hands, sways in … Continue reading Song Series, Vol 1.