[This is a feedist fetish story. You’re free to not look under the cut if it’s not your thing.]
Allow me to preface by stating that this is absolutely not a love song. Troublesome things, love songs… for sweet melodies and poetic words so often belie a bitter end. But this tiresome topic, thankfully, is not the subject of this post. Rather, I come to you today to speak of the man in my dreams.
This was beautifully written.
a pint of (Ben & Jerry’s Blueberry Cheesecake!) ice cream and a dozen chocolate iced doughnuts. Wish me luck! :D