I have always had problems with masturbation. I did it, but the results were not good, meaning the orgasms were kind of... meh. I believe it had to do with my rejection to my body, my inability to form a self image due to dysmorphic disorder (a relatively new diagnosis for something really old), and … Continue reading Playing with yourself: a review of gadget types.
It is impossible not to mourn the agonizing moments of such a beautiful cock. No, I am not talking about the man, but about his penis. I´ve met him six years ago, when he was 52. He is an elegant, intelligent and fairly attractive man. Yes, he is married and I met him during a … Continue reading Dying rooster
There are times when it seems that only men under 30 are interested in me. They tune in and watch eagerly as I work myself. Some of them could stare at me for hours, and say the loveliest and kinkiest things, although a bit naive. I wonder if they have mother issues, or believe that … Continue reading The Sphinx
I have never been brave, or bold, or fearless. Except for a brief moments, fleeting moments, really, when I did really felt fearless. Sometime, back when I was too young to remember, I must have had dreams and aspirations. Yet, as far as I can remember I have none. I tried to have them, to … Continue reading Ms Nothing
I don´t like to review books. Not that I don´t do it, it is just that I don´t like doing it on the Works of independent writers, after all, Reading is much easier than actually seating your ass and doing the creative work of writing a story, and most independent writers don´t have the benefit … Continue reading The Tide Series, or a world where you could really cure mad cows.