Hello, death of what’s real. Hello, the end of authenticity. Why is it everything you say seems like a performance? I ask seriously and without malice. Who are you performing for? Is it me? Do […]

This is where I post writings that aren’t really erotica but they are erotic. They often read more like love letters to someone I am incredibly intimate with.
Hello, death of what’s real. Hello, the end of authenticity. Why is it everything you say seems like a performance? I ask seriously and without malice. Who are you performing for? Is it me? Do […]
Do you know that feeling where you’re trying to swallow but you can’t? Your eyes fill with tears but you don’t know why. Your hands are shaking. Your Dom towers above you. Your knees rub […]
You’re doing that thing again. You’re doing that thing where you’re crying all the time without shedding a tear. You’ve been doing it for days. The first day, I noticed it without understanding. You were […]