The Worship of Thighs
Power, Weight, Press The first time he pinned me down, it wasn’t with arms. It was with his thighs. Solid. Relentless. The way they pressed into the mattress—one on either side of my ribs—left me no place to go, no…
On Heels (Yes, His)
The Erotic Language of Men’s Feet There are love letters hiding in a man’s feet. You just have to get low enough to read them. We talk about hands, yes. The way they grip, cradle, press.Jawlines, of course. The cut…