I have the silliest grin on my face because I was woken up twice last night.
The first time I’d been asleep for about an hour. I’d taken my medicine, brushed my teeth, and crawled under the duvet with a good book.
Read until my head started to swim.
Sometimes when I’m reading before bed, » Read more
Mamihlapinatapai: (noun) A look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin.
I know I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t stop looking at her.
I want to cup the slope of her neck in my hand, » Read more
“Promiscuous” implies that I’m not choosy. In fact I’m very choosy. I just happen to have had a lot of choices.
How Do You Know If a Slut Loves You?
It is the giddy catch of breath. Their quick smile.
The way they look at you. Beyond pensive. » Read more
Maybe the secret, after all, is that it’s a great deal more simple than I had believed: His hand on my back, our bodies intertwined in the bed, the familiar smell of his skin, and how his smile effortlessly warms me.
I am heady and high on love for him.
No sin to enjoy that. » Read more
When you leave, my sternum aches. Aches from you. Aches for you.
Because you rubbed your knuckles there. Or punched me. Or grabbed me.
And because you won’t soon again. » Read more
Me: Two girls are always better than one, right? Isn’t that what guys want? The more girls, the better. X is always less than X + 1.
Skyspook: No, not in the case of negative infinity or positive infinity. » Read more
The first person I ever fell in love with was a straight girl. And when I say girl, I mean quite literally. We were 8 years old. She was my best friend.
Emma was painfully shy. Extremely intelligent, funny, and sweet but virtually silent in the classroom. I suppose it didn’t help that she had to wear headgear. » Read more
Skyspook, I love folding your clothes.
Most people would see these as pieces of fabric, but I see you in every one. They’re where you spend most of your days, armor protecting you from the world.
Sorting into piles, I ruminate on who you are, who you’ve been, who you’ll one day be – not to find answers but to enjoy the way the questions echo with no one to answer them. » Read more
When I love you, I love to watch you touch yourself the way you like to be touched, love to see you get lost in yourself, surrender to sensation. It’s an opportunity to glimpse into your sexual inner life, see traces of that force within you that compels you to connect, to move, to drive forward. » Read more
Sexually speaking, I enjoy being a thing. But not just any old thing. I want to be the best thing that he owns. I want to be Skyspook’s favorite thing.
That’s a difficult concept for some to grasp, the idea that a person can be both objectified and special to the person objectifying them. » Read more