Apparently.
I mean, I THOUGHT I had had some really good sex in my life. Like, banging through walls, 200+ orgasms, screaming, getting all the dogs in the neighborhood howling with me, even sex-induced aphasia… but I know better, now.
Because I’ve never, in the throes of pleasure, when he “hitting dem waaalls like she needed him to hit dem waaalls” slapped the man I was fucking in spiritual ecstasy.
Damn it! Where is my powerful “deep spiritual heat seeking missile”?
*cries*
Note that I said “feels scarce,” not “is scarce.” That matters. Because when someone is alone and does not feel a lack, love is not
There is this fantasy that many of us have, that we will meet a lover who simply knows what to do and when, as if
I’ve been harassed. I’ve been harrangued. I’ve had my arm twisted. And frankly, I’m OK with it. This time. I’ve committed to presenting at least
Usually the unsolicited messages I get are short. Too short. Like “Hey” short. But some take another direction into wrong, and are WAY TOO LONG.
Even online porn and memes, which often represent the most extreme edges of la-la land and unrealistic ideations of what a specific kink might represent has it’s uses when made into a tool for talking about concepts that we may not yet have had our own words for.
That’s a bit of a joke, but only sort of. When people talk about ‘all the creepsters,’ I generally have a brief moment of confusion.
And that’s why they didn’t tell me. That this person had a past. A dark past. One that could affect me and people I love
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