the life and musings of a kinky slut
~a whimsical poem~ I fuck on the blanket you gave me. I sleep under it naked, too. It’s super comfy; I’m surprised you gave it up so easily. Tossed it to me like it was nothing. You were moving. We all were. I guess it was lost in the shuffle of your new life. I […]
“To be frank, I can’t make anymore promises regarding our sessions…Will you promise to at the very least keep in touch?”“Yes, we can keep in touch…”“…I will also say I’m a little salty you didn’t write about our last session…God, the sexist thing about you is how you maneuver the English language…” I didn’t know […]
(Originally this blog was going to be titled Rotation Stagnation, but those early morning Sunday texts keep coming through for me.) Bacon and I have been trying to meetup for maybe a year. Schedules conflicted and limited availability made it take so long. But Twitter, timing, and proximity finally paid off. He tweeted he was […]