Imagine thinking that you failed at accepting polyamory in one sentence, and in the next being so fully accepting of his polyamorous identity that you're willing to end the relationship rather than try to force him to change.
A solid, descriptive, and comprehensive negotiation plays a big role in creating the big sexy energy bubble I want to exist in during our scene.
It's hard to reconcile mourning something that you know wouldn't be right for you anymore, even if it were here.
I want to do it again. I want to understand why last night my tolerance for pain was so high I couldn't feel any of it; where other nights the sting of a slap on the ass makes the walls turn white.
...there were moments when my every move stopped being about what I thought would get him excited, and became purely about what was driving my own pleasure.
Whenever I see a photo or read a writing from another larger-bodied femme, it makes me feel so happy, and proud, and represented.
I'm craving the escalation of everything. I want kisses with teeth. I want hugs with claws and texture. I don't want to be led, I want to be thrown, forced, and taken.