The word of the week is “appetite”. To participate, create a 15-word story with appetite or appetites. I can’t wait to see your creativity! smiles
It’s so damn easy for you.
You walk by me.
You smile.
My appetites rouse.
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I really do. I used to identify as a sapiosexual. I don’t, really, anymore, because when it comes right down to it, I don’t think
“Compersion is such a warm, beautiful sensation. It really is a shame that non-polyamorous people don’t get to experience it, at least not the way
In a recent post on FetLife, user Woncebitten commented (first quoting me): I know I already commented on this topic, but I was talking with
Hi. I’m Nookie. Hi, Nookie. I’m a recovering liar. I’ve been in recovery for ten years this December, and I’m very proud of myself. Yay
However, what you do will overshadow who you are to people who don’t know you, pretty much every time. For example, I may love you
If I’m not all in, willing to see where it will go, I don’t bother. I won’t waste your time or mine. Who can give
Hanging out with kinsters, reading FetLife, dating freaky folk, eventually it often comes to a point where it all seems so… mundane. So unimpressive. Don’t
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Stockinged-thighs framed my head as she recited tonight’s menu. Exhaling, “Bon appetite” as I dined.