You come in less than a minute after I do
But always after me
And I wish you'd stay for a while and talk about the day- your day with me
But the line goes dead soon after
Inspired by official prompts from #Inktober, which included suggestive words like #Sling, #Wild, #Ride, #Catch, #Ripe, etc. – Ghosh decided to give his illustrations a kinky twist.
Erotic art based in queer lives often blurs the line between pleasure and heterosexual fetishization and objectification.
The curtains shut, and the door locked; he and I would spend hours kissing, holding, bending and folding into each other making up for the time at college where we only got to exchange glances in class
Honestly, he’d have preferred to read a book, or perhaps sketch. The male form was his specialty.
I’m ready, but now she’s asking me to share this in a voiced answer, in a way that is so complete, it terrifies me.
For a moment, I felt numbed by these thoughts. But my heart was adamant. I had to try, life is too small to not express what lies in our heart.
I remember how I used to incorporate my creativity to my exhibitionism, a different scene every time, from coming out in balcony in towel to hang my underwear for drying in sun and dropping my towel by mistake to playing in torn underwear from front and back, I tried all.
Didn’t know you were watching me. I thought you were busy taking your clothes off!
Every kiss of yours was touching my soul,
and the butterflies were giggling at our tryst.
These photographs reveal pain, eroticism and passion intersecting with our desires in our private thoughts.
One year and many sessions down the line, today if you ask me do I ‘enjoy’ pain, I’ll say I don’t know. The word enjoy somehow does not fit. But if you ask me, am I turned on by pain… I would not hesitate for a second…hell, yes, I am.
An orgasm begins the moment you accept that you want somebody.
It’s quite easy for me to suggest sex toys to spruce up your sex life, but with this post my goal is to help you make things more romantic and sensuous in the bedroom.
One summer morning during our first year together, I woke up to find your moist body glued to mine.
That day at work, Alika smiled all day, she felt happy and had no idea why.
“Bottoming is hard”, I thought to myself. I was in the bathroom getting ‘prepped’ for our date.
Three months had passed since Megan had seen Claire. Not a single day went by when she didn’t think about Claire and what had happened between them.
A woman in a red dress raced out of the corridor and before realizing crashed into me and we both fell to the ground.
After what seemed like eternity my body calmed down, her lips were still kissing me.