As I’m writing this, it has been just over three months since I started down the super-weird-but-also-super-cool polyamory path with my husband Cash and my boyfriend W. (My *boyfriend*? I am 38 and have a *boyfriend* again? What the hell is my life???) I started writing a post about all the things I’ve learned so…
Tag: love
Polka Dots (Sinful Sunday)
He traces the polka dots on my skin with the tip of his tongue, Connecting them with long slow licks. He nuzzles against my curves, Bites down on my stretch marks, Kisses my laugh lines. When I was younger, And firmer, And smoother, And thinner, And all the other things young people are, I was…