Collarbones Like Promises
Softness That Demands to Be Kissed They were the first thing I noticed. Not his lips. Not his cock. Not the way his hands hovered near my hip like he already knew the curve. No—it was his collarbones. Sharp. Soft.…
The Mirror, Misremembered
Body dysmorphia in men There are mirrors I won’t look at.Not because they lie—but because they don’t. There’s a silence in reflection that isn’t kind. It’s clinical. Honest in the way a scalpel is honest. And some days, that sharpness…
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…