"I'm in pursuit of a pleasurable life. Of wholly satisfying my senses, my soul, and my being."

I want to make love to men who smell of amber cologne and faded layers of smoke whose tongues twirl across one side of my neck while their right hand chokes the other. I want to loose myself between silk sheets and release moans against cotton pillows or lips smushed against wooden headboards. I'll take either. I want to feel their breath, their touch, their grip against my skin. Let me come alive underneath bodies.

My friends.

I seek a pleasurable life. I want sensual decadence. Let me be satisfied in my pleasure. For I am deserving of it.

As are you, my dears.

z.

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