Balls and dick hanging so low I can almost taste it.
This is exactly what is on my mind besides all this work. I’m craving dick, but I’m a picky bitch who doesn’t want to share herself with anyone but that one particular energy. For me, sharing my body is an act of resistance that the two of us are doing together.
I think of it as this unimaginable act which allows me to experience ecstasy with another being. Together in the sheets, we meet at a point in our lives where we feel comfortable enough to do this. I’m seeing their body, they’re seeing mine and we are allowing ourselves to feel Natasha’s fantasy by releasing these inhibitions.
This is sex for me. It is a moment where I want to be with you, to be in you, for you to be in me and for us to feel free, if only for a moment. I share myself with you, I share my essence, aura, and being with you and for once I’m filled.
I know what it feels like to give yourself and not get anything in return. To be filled yet not full, to be alone when you’re in a room of other people. This space is a space I no longer want to inhibit, I want to grow away from this past. I will grow away and I will age unapologetically into the fierce translatina I know.