I don’t know why

Hearing you come makes me come. The low moans that grow louder until the crescendo surges through you in a series of a delicious, harsh groans. Sometimes you're quiet, sometimes you're loud. Sometimes it's desperate and needing, connected to your soul as we join in slow, honey-sweet lovemaking. Others, it grates in your throat, rising …

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Every survivor matters

CONTENT WARNING: This post deals with the following themes: Sexual harassment, sexual assault, rape, suicide, child grooming. Reader discretion is strongly advised. I don't know a single person in my immediate circle, male, female or non-conforming, that hasn't had a 'Me Too' moment. I still remember the first time I was groped like it was …

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