Musing

A list of things I crave.

Thirty minutes of meditation, described.

I want something. And something I don’t.

No amount of companionship touches it. It’s not a lack; it’s a disability.

We don’t have a painkiller problem. We have a pain problem.

Until very recently, I just didn’t understand what it meant when someone described an ass as “heart-shaped.”

I love being touched. Unless you touch me wrong. In which case, I hate it.

If you want to suck my cock, I think it’s fair to say that, at least for the moment, you may do so.

Being a sex blogger can be hard, but it’s rewarding, in often surprising and complicated ways.

I really love to eat pussy. A lot. Seriously. 😉