Boob Day: Delicate

The tiny crinkles in the skin of my aereola fascinate me. The slightest breeze or pinch, a soft suckle or a teasing slap, will inevitably make my nipples tighten, turning the soft rosy skin around them into soft crepe paper. Those creases and folds, like wrinkled silk, represent the stirring and response that my breasts…

Boobday: Blur

I took a big leap this week and shared about The Prince. Bigger still, I shared Love, Violet with him. He’s been reading his way through and cautiously asking questions. I’m giving him full transparency into this part of my world and it feels good. It also means I felt, for the first time, a…