February 2013

Everyone’s got their thing. Mine just doesn’t involve balloons, plushies, or marrying a roller coaster.

A stumble is worth a thousand words.

She picks up where I left off — with all the details I left out.

Her toes tell you everything you need to know about what his tongue is doing.

This isn’t all the ways I want to lick your pussy. But it is ten ways I want to lick your pussy. Please. (You won’t regret it.)

Ice, wax, and a splayed 20-something — and then a pause to reckon with everything that means.

A listicle, of sorts.

V tells her side of the story, starting with bourbon, buttons, and a text at 10:01.

I’m unnervingly talented at engineering the rejection I claim to fear most.

A evening of teasing, denial, and a loud orgasm on a quiet street.