I know exactly what you are, and more importantly, I know exactly what you’re doing. You think you’re clever – sending those carefully crafted messages, timing your disruptions, playing your little games for scraps of attention. You’re not clever. You’re predictable....
I’ve thrown away a Lelo.Twice. Clit stimulators. Roxy bullets. Pocket rockets and sleek, silky plugs. All of them cut up, wrapped up in shame, and dropped into the bin- like I was disposing of a crime scene. A purge. A personal exorcism. I’d look at these beautiful,...
Look at Me. Look at yourself. I see you. I see the trembling in your hands when you reach for what you think you shouldn’t want. I see the way your breath catches when you’re about to confess your deepest needs. I see the shame burning in your eyes, even as your body...
