Author Archives: dreads

Hold up, did this just happen


Once upon a time a last second kiss could have had me twisted out and bent out of shape and then I started doing it myself.  You know that kiss you use to keep them wanting more. Aggressive and primal … Continue reading

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Orgasm


Phone sex doesn’t get me off no more than masturbation The best orgasms achieved come from lovers. Who’ve spent themselves on you. Much more satisfaction than a simple self induced orgasm. You know your spots therefore you know how tedious … Continue reading

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What’s 1st


What will kill me 1st My pride so deeply tied to my sense of self. Will it be the thing that does me. My laziness, a desire to not do or be. Will it be my final lack of care … Continue reading

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Headphones


There is always a moment when you’re sleeping in someone else’s bed & think to yourself “I should have bought headphones” It’s my 2nd or 3rd time getting out of bed for water and a bathroom break and keep coming … Continue reading

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Price


See there is these conversations I keep having involving my sex practices. I’m choosing to let feelings grow and progress to a place where sex makes sense. I find you desirable, I want to take it slow. Carnal desire has … Continue reading

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a mothers son


A mothers son is the last thing I see in my mind at the flash The rounds rips through my body and the media rips through my life finding pictures of high school or college me standing menacing and mean. … Continue reading

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Intimate


Can we get intimate I’m not asking for access to your naughty bit. I want to get inside your mind can we get close. Can we lay in bed cuddling listening to music or a podcast can we talk and … Continue reading

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