You were there when he ate me
A pussy smorgasbord
Hi sweet subscribers, I don’t usually preface my posts, but I wanted to share two things from this notable week.
I read my debut novel-in-progress’s first chapter at Late to the Party Press’s third reading. It was so lovely, and I wanted to share my highlight. After I read, when the hosts, Sophy Drouin and Madeline Howard, asked why I felt so safe sharing my private life on Happy Endings, I said it’s because I’ve always felt loved and safe. The KGB Bar bartender told me this made her text her mom “I love you,” because she knew, like me, that we were lucky. That’s exactly what I always hoped for with Happy Endings — if one person sends a loving text because of something I wrote, it is a huge success.
This felt like perfectly divine timing, because last week Happy Endings turned one! To celebrate, I’m offering a 20% discount on annual subscriptions. If you upgrade, you’ll be able to read this whole post.
Because this week, as I do once per month, I’m sharing a paywalled explicit story from my real sex life.
Without further ado…
You were there when he ate me
I was responding to one of you as my husband laced a new pink leather harness around me. It was a thin, soft one — unlike the previous three he’d bought us, which could’ve been armor if they’d not left my most tender parts revealed.
The new harness wasn't only thinner, but there was less of it in general. There wasn’t a chest piece. It was a garter harness. It looped around my upper thighs and waist, framing my crotch and ass.
“Such a cheeky bum,” he said, jiggling it with open hands.
I clicked send. I tossed my phone behind a pillow on our couch.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Like it?” he said. He grabbed my hips and rotated them like a holographic card.
“What should I do with this?” I asked, nodding toward the lavender nightgown I was holding up at my waist with one hand.
“Well, you can’t cover this up,” he said, motioning to his wrapped asset.
I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it near where I’d left my connection to you.
Then, he laid me out on our leather sofa, face down. I felt like a smorgasbord for him to admire, pick at, and savor. Then he did each of those. Slowly.
