Envy

An appreciation for the thrill of being tossed around like a rag doll.

A rough morning.

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

I’m loving ChatGPT….

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

Charlotte’s gonna get fucked. And I feel safe.

I get confused about which is which.

Both sides, now.

The other side of the “I’m arrogant” story.

Something about “you can’t always get what you want.”