I look at him from across the room, and everything about me stops for moment. Paralyzed by lust as every inch of skin crawls with desire, and my heart stops with wanting, and the blood in my veins pauses to … Read more →
I think we’re all on the level here, which is why this should be a pretty easy thing to say. Maybe it’s because we’re all adults, and in this hypersexual microcosm of paisa-hipster infused narcissism and promiscuity, the fact that … Read more →
So, it’s pretty common to hear that American media is typically oversexualized and that the female character is often depicted as a sexual object, which, sure, that’s true. But I just want to take a moment here to express my … Read more →
He’s sitting there, piquing my curiosity, and I’m wondering if the reason I feel insecure around him is because he feels insecure around me. Is it mutual? Or do I just feel like a buffoon for no reason. Muster some … Read more →
Winding up a victim of my blog is an occupational hazard of sluttering.
I had already unwrested a few of the buttons on my dress before I opened the bathroom door. I was drunk. It was late. Which was probably why leaning over and whispering, “Do you want to fuck me in the … Read more →