Musing

My cock isn’t hard, but I can feel in it the hint of the excitement that is available to me as my excitement grows. Oh yeah – and, earthquakes.

Are you my good girl? I know, I can be quite demanding. On the other hand, boy can I be rewarding.

These are a few of my favorite things.

My crush on Lauren Duca – a brilliant, funny, thoughtful cultural and political critic and journalist who ripped Tucker Carlson a much-needed new one.

Does sex addiction exist? Am I a sex addict? Was I a sex addict? Does it even matter what words I use to describe my experience?

What you send me is, I imagine, for me alone, that, when you come for me, you come for ME, and not for an army of perverts. I want to be your only pervert.

We all have things that make us feel alive, that remind us of our vitality, of our connection to the universe. Here are some of those things of mine.

When you reject me, am I rejected? What lessons do I draw from my rejection? What is the meaning of my rejection? And is the rejection mine? Or yours?

I’m thinking about the strategies I have for making myself feel alive, when I’m struggling with a feeling of deadness. And I’m revisiting my past.

Apparently, this blog is NOT one of the 100 best sex blogs. At least according to one subjective ranking.