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Dream Sequence
At first I couldn’t find you at the party. I knew you would be there because I had opened your gift. I finally found you in the basement in an old gymnasium. You…
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Boob Day: Baby, it’s cold outside
The wind may be howling, the snow may be blowing, but I’m cozy and warm in bed, my mind filled with thoughts of you. Thoughts of how I’d tie you down and tease…
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I want, I want, I want
I want to be trusted I want to be worshiped I want to be understood I want to adore him I want to protect him I want to watch him change and…
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Nectar
The honey bee knows the sweetest nectar is from the ripest figs, fulsome and sticky, bleeding milk from their stems, their dusky skins nearly splitting in the summer heat. The ripest figs lure…
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BoobDay: The Unofficial End
Autumn doesn’t start for a few weeks but this weekend is the unofficial end of summer. If you had told me even a few years ago that I’d be happily wearing short skirts…
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Cold
I wish the sky would grow dark and starless, that steady snow would fall until everything, including my mind and heart, was blanketed and soft, safe under a layer of cold nothingness.
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Sinister Needs
I will make a habit of things. No, more than habit: ritual. I will ensure every response to me is emphatic, yet prescribed, the motion of deeply internalized praxis.
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Boobday: Offering
Come closer, burrow in against me, muffle the sounds of the rain with your body on mine.
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Feral
It’s one of those days, one of those moods, when my blood feels hot and syrupy in my veins.
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Boob Day: Unrestrained
I discovered a new hashtag on Instagram yesterday …
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When I Fall
This is an anonymous guest post by the same stunning woman, Eve, whose breasts we saw for Boobday and whose slice stunned us for Sinful Sunday. The words and self portrait are her…