I want him because I choose him
I don’t fuck because I should. I fuck because I want to. I don’t fuck him as a chore. I fuck when I claim what belongs to me.
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Tours
On Brazilian waxing, nights until dawn, high-voltage batteries and milkshakes by the Loire.
Chinese New Year
On pan-fried turnip cake, sleeping with a Gweilo, fertility, and the impossible task of being Lai Yin.
A typical week of stable placement
On the embodied experience of ease and grace carried by his fullness and focus on me.