We’ve always experienced a certain polarity between us, you and me.
Is this a vocation, then? To know, replenish and meet every single body with the same dedication, as it were? To truly love every neighbor exactly as thyself? To lay down one’s life for one’s friends?
No wonder Jesus kept company with whores.
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It’s a beautiful thing when you have friends with whom fantasies are more than welcome.
Peanut butter is sex food for me.
Lately I’ve almost been running a fever, thinking about how I want to be touched. My skin gets hot when I conjure it up.
I was trying to quit smoking that summer.
Your limbs want my electric touch, the sweep of my fingers.
Often, we begin by talking about the last time we masturbated. I love thinking about him stroking his large, shapely cock with both hands, grabbing and squeezing it.