Blog, Erotica, Kink

What Rises Up

This desire is inconvenient. I don't have time for the tides that rise, the build and pulse, the steady throb, the bad ideas whispering like consequences are someone else's concern, like all I want is to whisper your name on the winds and have it tickle your ear. Inconveniently. Fuck me inconveniently, with reckless abandon,… Continue reading What Rises Up