Wishing for something reflected back at me. Maybe just the hunger and the craving I have or maybe something much deeper.
Tag: Writings
The Risk
I'm not proudGuess I'm just scared of you shooting it downYou can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouthIt could be bad, but I wanna find out And I wake upIn the middle of the nightWith the light onAnd I feel like I could die'Cause you're not hereAnd it don't feel right'Cause you're not… Continue reading The Risk
What is Kink?
Someone asked me an anonymous question the other day about what I thought kink was. I don’t know that I really answered in the right way. I recognize my bias in a lot of the answer. But starting out, I did talk about how that shifts as society shifts. The point of the word was… Continue reading What is Kink?
Connections
I was reading a caption today about those soul connections. Sometimes you have people cross your path that you immediately recognize. This was how it was when I met my husband. It doesn’t happen often but it has happened a few times. I find it interesting, though, how my mind grapples with what that connection… Continue reading Connections
Does He?
Does he know how I sit here, leaking and wet for him? Does he know how I sit here, walls clenching, wanting to grab hold of his cock? Maybe it should be my cock, the way I want to use it all the time. Do they know, the people around me who don’t know my… Continue reading Does He?
Lisa Gray 