Weathered Storm

I'm sorry if I can't bend If I'm incapable of being soft You see this world has worn and weathered the stone that was once my heart. There's so much I've never spoken Things I kept locked up Please don't judge me to harshly if I'm afraid of opening up It's that look of pity,... Continue Reading →

Hard Things

There are things in this world that should be hard, things I like that way or at least hard-adjacent   Clipboards and notebooks and Classic Lit. Paddles and Canes and Microphones. Booty Spanks, Dicks, Hair Tugs and Bites. Ohhh let's not forget nipples and all the fun things you can do with them.   Then... Continue Reading →

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