Furze

Let us lie and discuss the things of the universe. Recline, laughing and mooning, beneath cotton covers, fingers tracing fleshy curves, across bones, and through dense furze of curls. We will laze on giddy pillows, let fly libidinous giggles, speak neither curse nor terse word; As, in sunbeams, motes disperse.

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Woes

It takes a special kind of stupid to spend two hours looking at porn when you’re on a week long orgasm denial. I am an intelligent woman in many ways, but this is assuredly not one of them. So horny. Lying naked on my back with my legs spread, flipping the duvet off my thighs…

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