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.
(Fun fact: This makes orgasm a metonymy, a figure of speech wherein a concept is referred to by something closely associated with it.) When I
I read a writing today. It’s good to see someone talking over the pain a breakup can be. Especially a man, who seem to weigh
He is my sub, I am his Queen. I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks. Were I to abandon
No, I’ve never thought anyone thought my orgasm was their property. It never crossed my mind. Until I read this piece: My Orgasm Is Not Your
…and some people find themselves in shitty situations, behaving shittily towards others, but they aren’t really shitty people. (I’m pretty sure YOU have been there.
How about a bit of fun today? Instead of getting deep, let’s play a game. I’ll share three truths and one lie about me. And
I personally do everything in my power to avoid lying. I believe it’s wrong. I don’t believe there is a reason for ME to ever
When people find kink or come back to it after a time away, they often make one simple mistake: They confuse what turns them on
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Stockinged-thighs framed my head as she recited tonight’s menu. Exhaling, “Bon appetite” as I dined.