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Athena is scared….

Masks still matter.

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

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!

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

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

Athena doesn’t really like oral sex. I think I have an idea why….

I love the readers who love my writing.