Skyrim, sub bottom thots and Cuba Street metaphorical fireworks blend together in a 1v1 SNOG from poet Devon Webb.
Sex, but make it The Witcher and real orgasms.
“How to capture in words the way you look with your head thrown back onto the pillow & the sun streaming in through the window the morning after the orgy …”
Maybe someday you’ll find yourself thinking the same thing as Sylvan.
Losing a love can become a small death. In the time after, that residual love can become a haunting.
Sweat, sex, lip gloss, nectar. An assonance of want and need from Kayla Allison.
Somatic sex therapist Sarita Das is ready and willing to answer all your questions. Don’t be shy, ask away!
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
Help keep the lights on.