hello dearest Thomas I wonder what has you sad your girlfriend or the drink and I’m curious what the bird symbolized…nice metaphoric write…💕

You know, when I drink Vodka, we’ve got dragons catching ravens. I just leave those motherfuckers alone.

Every poem tells a story, Thomas. I love it. But it does look like your girlfriend would have driven you.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. I can definitely relate my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Vodka is my demon drink but I just read yesterday that it’s good for your heart in moderation…

Translation: it’s always good to clean up from time to time. The drink will be there, you just have not be too.

Powerful confessional
Courage son

Thank you. Much appreciated.

Oh wow… I’d call this epic poetry because it tells a story. It’s also confessional.
I love this kind of naughty stuff, Crimsin. Riveting!

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Great storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Described ‘the black dog’ perfectly.
Sleep well
🙏

You really nailed this diagnosis, girl.
I felt kind of rough after reading it. Everyone can relate to this.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Vivid and sharp. Excellent.

Passionately penned, Meg. This write really showed off your detail to imagery, backed up with a pretty big vocabulary by the way. You have a way with words my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful Meg this is raw and intriguing I wonder if you are like me getting really aroused as I write…I loved the details in this it brought forward some fantastic imagery 💕

“DANG, LADY MEGAN!” 😳

About time I’m certain there’s no way you could possibly more thoroughly express sexual haute, vividly erotic/vulgarly succulent imagery in irresistibly arousing detail, emotionally captivating ambience, unending facets of excitement, human vulnerability, fevered addictions (on-‘n-on one could easily fill a virtual tome describing your penship’s incomparably astounding wonders) … you come along and show me up as the liar I am for misjudging the endless dimensions of your creative literary capacity.

This chapter is simply as sexually gross as it is abundantly arousing … you’ve either an enthrallingly wondrous sexual life or an unfathomably deep imagination, and I suspect (or, willingly imagine) “both” is closer to factual, than not.

Truthfully, Dear Megan, I’ve yet to read a more enchantingly captivating, well-rendered story than these amazing chapters to this progressive saga of “A SLUTWIFE’S CONFESSIONS”.

A genuinely smitten fan … truly yours! ⁓ Richard🖌

Dearest Richard,
As always, I’m blushing with elation that you find this so captivating. I just want to sit on your face and keep writing till you blow your wad. I can seriously be very candid in my accounts because I’m pretty candid in reality. I see a lot of shit as a nurse. Some things are just gross, and other things are only gross to some people. I keep getting amazed how guys can be turned on by gross things.

I love your comments!
xoxoxo