My Self-Love Aroma

My Self-Love Aroma

I watched him smell his left fingers. He slowly sniffed the middle two. “Smell,” he said. I held his hand and sniffed his middle fingers. The aroma smelled familiar, but I could not place it.    “What is it?” I asked.   “You,” he...
Pubic Hair

Pubic Hair

These posts written by our leaders are so good. We can’t pick a a favorite. Enjoy. Browse the links below to read the full post. The time I accidently gained an appreciation for my lady garden on the least sexiest day of my life  I spent 30 years worrying about...