I am so nervous. It feels almost out of body, like my limbs are not really mine. I’m not integrated. I fell in love with this girl almost two months ago. I loved her from the first image I saw of her. The time between then and now has been torturous and exquisite in equal measure. The yearning, and the complexity of the real woman. Her situation is complex and shifting. From a series of heavy incidents in her life, she has developed her sexuality and her resilience. And since a year or more, she is in the zone of influence of another man, though he deceived her. But today, I am next to her, at… Lire la suite

I dream and wonder if the perfect friendship exists, somewhere out there. True friends. Where you hang out with each other, go out and do things together. You support each other. Stand in solidarity with one another. You take trips, or stay in and talk, or cook and watch movies. But you also have sex with each other. You fuck for the pleaasure, or in order to be better at fucking. Want to try a new position? You try it first together. Want to just give head, or cum so you can get on with other things, or because you’re horny or bored: you call your friend. And this would be open-ended, without… Lire la suite