Lay up with me under clouds of weed smoke. Your fingers part my lips while you kiss the other pair.
Drunken with dusty feet, I stumbled to the rooftop with my shoes in hand. The wind whispered, “Jump & you will fly!” To which I replied, “Jump & I’ll surely die.” The cool summer rain soothed my burning skin.
I raise my glass to the people with full resumes & adequate experience yet lack the sheet of paper that exempts them from inferior pay. To Those of us actively hunting for our purpose under the umbrella of others. It’s time to dance in the rain.
There’s something so inviting in the wind. The way it rustles the leaves, kisses my skin, and beckons me to follow its patterns in the sky. Chimes jingle in the distance, reminding me of the twilight sneaking into my window as we cracked our eyes after a night of passion.
If what they say is true, 'Home is where the heart is.' And every time you look around, he's with the same someone else, his heart is not with you.
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.
The succubus has come undone.
She peers out of the eyes of her vessel and tugs at the locks of her enclosure.
but she will never live to hunt again.
Sex is not only a physical connection but it is mental as well. To improve your sexual experience (even between fwb), make eye contact. Don’t be afraid to look over your shoulder when he’s getting it from the back…be present for every physical interaction. 💯