N. Likes

Masks still matter.

Six mugs, one shelf, and the geometric reverie that is my particular brand of crazy.

I got a tattoo.

Bright colors, high cheeks, hungry eyes.

My core masturbatory fantasy has shifted. It’s much less bodily, much more mental; much less sensory, much m

E-lust is back!

Emma can be good, if she wants to. Does she want to?

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

Soon, Jude will come for me. But not… quite… yet….

A banana via texts inevitably leads to misunderstanding, miscommunication, and bad feeling.