Mine involves an auditory sharing of how’d one another would kill each other, in the ever increasing landscape of detachment, hyper online loneliness. If actual sex ceases to exist what takes it place besides nihilism.
America’s pursuit of bending time for constant tingling of our pleasure receptors has made its way to the sex fashion sphere, with NYFW debuting PUSSY SATCHELS: two legs draped over ones shoulder, bringing new and heretofore untapped pleasure to the overlooked ball-joint
this is such a good prompt lol. Gotta think on it and get back to you.
Mine is not sexy at all. Involves quantum entanglement, a lot of jacking off, and long periods of existential dread. 🤣
Mine involves an auditory sharing of how’d one another would kill each other, in the ever increasing landscape of detachment, hyper online loneliness. If actual sex ceases to exist what takes it place besides nihilism.
BREAKING: pussy satchel SS25
America’s pursuit of bending time for constant tingling of our pleasure receptors has made its way to the sex fashion sphere, with NYFW debuting PUSSY SATCHELS: two legs draped over ones shoulder, bringing new and heretofore untapped pleasure to the overlooked ball-joint
mine in haiku form:
my ding-a-ling rings,
the sound causes you to cum,
aural sex is fun.