The Pleasure Is All Mine

I bask in the glorious tickling feeling of crispy dollars falling onto the small of my back, slipping down the crack of my ass and caressing my inner thighs as I move my hips up and down shaking what my Mamma and Daddy gave me. I receive looks of adoration, admiration, and complete desire, entrancing … Continue reading The Pleasure Is All Mine

The Frequency of Love

I'm in the place of awareness of old patterns and have the beautiful opportunity to begin anew. I've been here before. Declaring I see myself. Declaring I see my patterns and truth. I stir with anxiousness, unwilling at first to look at whats poking me in the back. Finally, I choose to sit with it. … Continue reading The Frequency of Love

Edging

This constant push and pull of tuning into my internal sensations as I navigate the unexplained. Traveling on the edge of the unknown is fearful and exhilarating. The benefit of pleasure outweighs the risk involved. Flowing to the edge, spilling over. The crash hurts more than the idea of crashing. The eternal walk of suffering. … Continue reading Edging