I’m talking about my orgasm now. Which was ass sort of off the bed, pillow under my clit. Pussy saying, if we had more organization would we have gotten a dildo? A finger?
So E-- recommended Ellis Avery. I did The Teahouse Fire a while ago. So The Last Nude.
On the way outta my walk the library notice came that hey, hey The book is In. And I got, and I don’t like the font and the smallness of the font. And I hate whatever I’m being taught as a writer from this Professor’s book. And then I just sort of let myself touch and read. Tap the clit and read in.
My pondering question is, like, does it matter whose face I put on the body I imagine bringing pleasure to mine. Because I run through faces, bodies, names, energies. I don’t remember who was there when I was at cum. Maybe it was just me.
Ah, it was. Me. Getting myself off.
It was a low pouring of caramel, not like the big HUH WAH. And that’s okay. The contractions came before the pink. And I rubbed out a little pink.
My pondering question is, like, does it matter whose face I put on the body I imagine bringing pleasure to mine. Because I run through faces, bodies, names, energies. I don’t remember who was there when I was at cum. Maybe it was just me.
ReplyDeleteAh, it was. Me. Getting myself off.
It was a low pouring of caramel, not like the big HUH WAH. And that’s okay. The contractions came before the pink. And I rubbed out a little pink.
Ah, it was. me. Getting myself off. LOVE
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and I rubbed out a little pink.
and the way it's languaged.
Yup.