A Dream of the Forgetten Orgy
Last night, I woke up from a dream and felt like I needed to write something before it slipped away. In the dream, I was
Last night, I woke up from a dream and felt like I needed to write something before it slipped away. In the dream, I was
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Every time I hear “BBC” or “Queen of Spades,” I hear chains rattling. You call it kink. I call it inheritance. Direct bloodline from slave
Violence is my liturgy and tenderness my temptation, for I take with storm and with stillness alike. There are nights when I descend like thunder,
Not all kink is equal. Some of it is performance. The hitting of beats. The following of scripts. The meticulous choreography of boxes to check.
I don’t buy the lie that sexuality has to fit in somebody else’s box. Gay, straight, queer—those labels don’t define the
Don’t Play With People You Don’t Know Many consent violations happen because people jump into play without knowing each other well enough. When
Sex Magick isn’t just about orgasms—it’s about opening It’s the alchemy of breath, sweat, intention, and ecstasy. It’s the knowing
Last night, my spark came over with the intention to have fun. When I asked how they’d like to do that, they suggested playing
Imagine—thick, humid air, heavy with sweat, musk, and something metallic. The tang of blood coats my tongue before I even realize it. I’m
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