Divine Timing, Gray Sweatpants, and the Art of Becoming Her
“I’ve known him most of my life.
Yet, to know him like this? To be the one that learns what makes his breath hitch, to hear the sound he makes right before he spills himself deep into me – fuck...”
Becoming Comfortable With The Uncomfortable
I talk about sex because I fucking enjoy it.
I talk about my pain because I survived it.
I don’t need to stomach it for other people’s palates.
And yes, I’ve said the word “DICK” in the same sentence as “HEALING.”
Because guess what? Sometimes healing looks like taking a bubble bath with wine and R&B playing softly in the background.
And sometimes it looks like having your back blown out by someone who knows the clit isn’t a myth.
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