Mistletoe kisses - On Queer Street
I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could… He never just kisses me. Not that kisses are ever just anything to me, as a friend I once made out told me before we kissed for the first time. And they were right, though I didn’t totally agree with them at theRead More →