Y'see I was under the false assumption that actually finally having sex would make me normal about this but unfortunately there was someone in my life allegedly known as "my mother" who made absolutely sure that would never be allowed to happen, alas

Even experienced the wonder that is "fat partner getting on top and nearly suffocating you to death" I think if I died right now I'd die the happiest critter alive

Armpits is feet

I cannot beleive I made this thing so appealing to my own tastes completely by accident, I swear to god I didnt go in intending Avery to be one of my most fuckable ocs it just kinda happened, aside from my ocd's regards I have zero complaints about this

Are you really a writer if you aren't willing to at least try having really lame and bad sex with at least ONE of your characters (takes drag off of really big cigar forgetting my lungs are fucked up and I die on the spot)

MY BODY IS A MACHINE THAT TURNS fat fetish INTO yearning