Sometimes I’m Smol

Sometimes I’m smol. By that I mean: extremely cute, keen and agreeable. Or at least I like to think so! Feeling smol is both incredibly complex for me and also incredibly simple. To me, smol is not the same as little, it’s somehow less narrowly defined and less aesthetically driven. I don’t have a ‘smol…

This week’s top lingerie posts

Usually my Weekend Round Ups have a bit of a theme running through them, a common thread. This week is all over the map!  It’s a mixed bag, but that’s awesome, because the whole point of #LiFE is to celebrate diversity in lingerie. Join me for this week’s top three picks …

Behind, On Top and Inside

His chest is almost uncomfortably hot against my back but the warmth is too delicious to pull away from. He holds me loosely, an arm draped over my hip, tickling the pale slice of stomach between my shirt and my pajama pants with his fingers, soft pets not meant to disturb, but to lull. I…