A smirk crept across his face as he settled into his seat. He appeared to be reflecting on a special moment. I wondered if it were about a special someone or a special place. I find that to be the most remarkable aspect of speculation. I spent our brief train ride considering different explanations with […]
I am a weirdo with simple pleasures; a born eccentric finally breaking her mold of normalcy.
They spent the first ten minutes of the ride barely speaking. Raquel quietly thumbed at the leather piping on the passenger seat as she stared out the window. At length, she decided to repeat her question. This time Raquel was certain that James was ignoring her as he awkwardly shifted her attention to the song on the radio.
so i heard the intro for a song called “The Loudest Silence” … would this be love if you could let go of me so easily? probably not.
Subject yourself to being subjective. say, “I feel like,” or rather, “I believe that if you place your thumb firmly on my clitoris, I will climax on your index and middle fingers.”
Sometimes you have to allow yourself to feel like shit. Respect any process – even the emotional process but NEVER LINGER.
I feel so disconnected from sex. It is as if passion has eluded me. Without passion why have sex? The tingling between thighs cannot be satisfied by penetration alone.