Heart more or less vomiting itself out of my chest.

Friends, it's late, I'm inebriated and I'm floating on a sea of desire. Speak to me?

Desire is a wicked itch. It crawls under the skin and burrows into you, makes your hands restless, eager to take, to have. Devotion is a different thing altogether. It wrecks you, makes you want to fall on your knees and say ‘please.’ It makes you want to give.

I want to wrap my fingers tight around something writhing

There is something so sexy about the indents in someone's back left by bra straps recently removed...

I'm cutting loose tonight. Luck and dares welcome in my DMs.

I just saw the most overstimulating music act of my life. It feels like a chemical switch has been flicked and now I am feral in more ways than one.

Who knew sleeping in the grass could so restorative? I'm ready to commune with gods and hunt an elk or something.

Chat I am so steamed. Pls help.

Hello. I am returnéd. Halp.