PEACE. Love, Harmony.

Anonymous asked: How can you tell when you come?

Trust me, when you cum, you’ll know. Not so much during intercourse, but by receiving oral stimulation to your clitoris.

You get a sensitive, borderline ticklish sensation that just shoots all throughout your body that makes the hairs at the top of your spine stand at attention. While his tongue strokes your clit, its like a motor about to blow, a constant urging feeling from your pelvis to your chest out through your mouth in the form of a moan. Tell him to tug on your nipples while he’s down there for more stimulation. It’s a little more work during the process, but it will make you cum faster. Exhale as much as you can, when you’re in a relaxed state, you cum harder. Don’t focus on anything but sexuality and intimacy, don’t think about your grocery list or life’s problems, just focus on how sexy he is making you feel, you’ll cum faster. When that time about comes, it’s a total utter feeling of loss of control and explosion and just climax, there’s really no other word for it.

You can tell by the sheets being wet, for one and just like guys, we women could easily fall asleep shortly after.

Make me a sandwich.

Anonymous asked: do you and austin use condoms?

This is kind of a personal question which I know I have no place to state that because of aforementioned erotic stories I share, but I share those for art purposes and writing purposes and story telling purposes. This question is just personal. I will tell you however that our first “song” was MindSex by Dead Prez which he did write his own verses to, being the first song he ever wrote me, which you can find on reverah.bandcamp.com entitled MindFuck. Anyway, the relevance to that is that one of our first text conversations was a very sexually frustrated witty conversation in which we were going back and forth about sexual puns wearing clever incognitos. I told him to listen to MindSex because our conversation was sex enough with how potent it was, he said he liked it and would like to Fuck my Mind all night, I said he could MindFuck me all night until he exploded wit, he said he liked Mind raw.

My jaw dropped. He is so witty. I love him so much.

So to answer your question, Austin and I write music together and MindFuck and SoulCountrol everyone (wait for these mix tapes to drop) and when we write, we have irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea we are writing about. Our love is centered around music and making it. Music is Love. Our love is centered around love and making it.

Anonymous asked: I don't think you're a slut for being sexual with your boyfriend. I actually admire it! I can only dream of doing the things you do with him. Just don't have the confidence in myself for it. Ex: dancing on him. Mad props my dear! Any advice for someone like me?

I have a 5’2” boyish figure, broad shoulders, twiggy legs, small b cups, tiny behind cupcakes, a small pudge on my tummy, and my hair grows in kind of fast. I’m explaining this because I am explaining that I am human. I am not the perfect, skinny model type of girl that some people make me out to be. We all have our imperfections, but I have been blessed to find a guy that loves everything that I hate about myself. He loves my insides more than my out, no sexual pun intended. He taught me to love me in my own skin because the most sexy thing about me is my mind, any type of physical figure would only be a plus. So as a response to your request- Feel sexy for YOU, not for your boyfriend. Confidence is sexier than any type of lingerie.

sorry, my boyfriend’s cuter than yours.

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Anonymous asked: Share more erotic stories!

Once again as a disclaimer, just because I am sexual, does not mean I am a slut. I duly enjoy art and writing. As sex comes in a form of art, blogging comes in a form of writing as well. Enjoy.

The 15 fwy north to Barstow from Pomona happens to be a one and a half hour drive in which I couldn’t find anything to occupy my time rather than the void of it all. Austin is driving, speeding actually, while the adrenaline of anxiety fills my body from head to pearl. I give him that look of longing, begging, sighing… hoping he’ll catch the hint. He doesn’t. As he should, he keeps his eyes on the road and off me.

I progressively slip into a state of nudity without him seeing, having my seat slid further back than his. I slowly dismember every article of clothing off of my deeply pigmented skin. It’s cold out, but still I slip my shirt up and above my head, feeling the cheap polyester brush up against my hardened nipples. I slide my skirt up above my lower abdominal tattoo and leave my heels on. I violently rush his his belt buckle in both directions not knowing which way means off with the goal to rip it off while listening to the music in his button leaving that hole of his pants followed by a high pitched zipper revealing what I was longing to dominate. I pull it out of his boxers and immediate get his dick wet with saliva since I had been drooling over the thought of eating him all up. Him, still perplexed as to what’s happening, but still attempting to keep his eyes on the road. I place the softest under part of my lips on his head, grab is balls in my right hand, and his shaft with my left. Stroking it, gripping it, sucking it, licking it, my jaw began to hurt, but I persisted through the pain just to get him hard enough. I could hear him gasping for air with every pump I performed. I kept bobbing my head up and down, and up and down, and up and down, making it wetter and wetter and wetter. I shoved it to the back of my throat for a final gag and came up and gasped for a full breath of energy just to sit back in my seat, spread my legs open across the dashboard and rub my clit until I exploded. Austin grabbed my tits and slapped them, licked his fingers and pinched my nipples. My climax came out of left field as horny as I was. With my cum dripping down his leather seats, I give him a look even though he has no tint… then I hop on top of him while he drives. I straddle his cock, my ass accidentally honking the horn. I bounce up and down and up and down and up and down on his dick sliding in and out and in and out and in and out of my crouched pussy. I stay squatting on top of it, bouncing up and down, while his eyes stay on the road, but his breath staying on my chest, fogging up the windows. I get scared of crashing so I try to hurry up by slowing down, flexing my pussy with every dick-shove inside me just the way he likes. I finally get him to explode all over me, but I’d do anything for you baby, and I always, ALWAYS clean it up [;

And I know you left me once, but I came right back to find you. Even though I like being in your past you got a bright future behind you.

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