Poems, Love and Prayer
My body belongs to love,
and love alone awakens me.
Your tongue may travel
while you grip my waist
with your hungry fingers
and no part of me responds. 126 more words
23 hours, 29 minutes ago
Vulnerability is sexy.
That shit turns me on.
Pour that emo all over me,
bind me with your words,
strap and thrust the tears of letting go into me so we can tie our hurts and joys together in erotic bliss.
written: Friday, July 15, 2016
3 days, 21 hours ago
Lyme, Literature, and Life
As a 30-year-old woman who has never had so much as a boyfriend, I have spent a great deal of my life feeling like I’m missing out on the greatest happiness life can offer. 1,351 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
Today we’re joined by Bridget. Bridget is a phenomenal hobbyist who loves to draw. She loves to draw a variety of things, mostly using pens and markers. 769 more words
1 month ago
Evolutions with Joy Outlaw, Author
A little something for the “Graces”, as I like to call us…
We all have so much work to do! Achieving knowledge and acceptance of self is a challenge that almost everyone faces in different ways. 1,781 more words
The Notes Which Do Not Fit
This is part of my series of reviews of asexually-themed fiction from Dreamspinner Press.
What is this story about?
The protagonist, Ollie, is a successful model who has just bought a house in Pacific Heights where he can live with his brother, who is a private investigator. 642 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Sex and love are not the same thing. For some people, at some times, sex is an act of intimacy already felt. For some it’s a chance to connect. 618 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago