The Guest List

Birthday sex, five strangers, and no safe word left behind. Planning the Party I turned 33 and decided I didn’t want cake. I wanted cocks. Hands. Toys. Mouths. Control and surrender, shared like party favors. So, I built a guest list. Not randoms. Not swipe-rights. People I trusted or vouched …

Sexy or Lacking Something

In the intricate dance of self-perception, where shadows of doubt often intertwine with beams of confidence, I navigate a journey both uniquely mine and universally shared. This isn’t a narrative woven from threads of body criticism, though like many, I traverse the undulating landscape of self-love, some days finding myself …

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