I'm a single new york city girl who loves beauty, love, sex, and sensuality.
This is the place for my sexy/sassy/kinky side. This is where I share thoughts I can't share on my other blogs, vulnerabilities I can't admit elsewhere. I'm searching for like-minded sensualists/perverts. ;-)
Having this blog has helped me discover things I love and things I want to try. Always open to adventures.
Feel free to send me a note/question/compliment... you probably wont see any photos of me on the blog but if you ask, I may share.
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Yes so hot
I love my body and I know I’m sexy.
I don’t like being told this by anyone
I don’t trust comments.
The boy I fucked last night told me my body looked beautiful by morning light. And I believe he believes it. He’s not a bullshitter. But why doesn’t it really make me feel good? Maybe I think he can’t be into me? Or of course he is, I didn’t have to earn his interest?
Maybe he isn’t discerning about people so I don’t think he actually cares about me, just the things that he understands.
I wonder how much of this bs is packaging. How much is looks and voice and intonation not words? I wonder how much is me and my insecurities?
Anyway we got stoned n ducked and it was really good. Like really really good. Im not that exited by him, even though our sexy is very hot. Weird.