๐๐ฅ Queen of Ruin, First of Her Name, Dweller of Moss and Vine
Bearer of shadow and wildfire, crowned in bone and bloom.
I wear my madness like a mantle.
I walk barefoot where gods fear to tread.
I speak in thorns, kiss in fire, and hold power in my palms like a promise.
I will no longer shrink.
You cannot mold me.
I am fire.
I am spirit.
I am the earth untamed.
I burn.
I bleed.
But now, I do it for me.
Fuck everything that wants to contain me.
โ Crone
acts of service men are dangerously attractive.
fixing problems, making sure youโve eaten, charging your phone, carrying your things... thatโs romance to me
To the men hurt when their partner refuses a hug while doing something as simple as the dishes:
She may say something hurtful, but it can be misunderstood. She may be overstimulated, and the last thing she wants is touch.
It isn't always about you.
He sets me on fire.
Not with a touch, but a look. The way his voice lowers when I brat out. The way his words promise enough to ignite my imagination, yet leave just enough unsaid to keep me burning.
Itโs a dance of anticipationโslow, deliberate, intoxicating. ๐ฅ
โ Crone
If you can't afford basic necessities, you don't need streaming services. You don't need to be ordering things online, either.
I'm tired of hearing complaints about affordability from people who continue spending money they don't have.
What is it with the dating pool? Everyone wants a relationship, yet so few seem willing to put in the effort required to build one. Reciprocity has apparently become a foreign concept.
I have thousands of thoughts. They flow like rivers, branching and splitting into thousands of smaller thoughts along the way.
Makes putting pen to paper rather interesting. ๐
Crone, Queen of Ruin, first of her name.
Born of fire and ash.
Crowned with thorns.
Bearer of pain and sorrow.
She was bathed in light,
chosen by darkness.
Stuck in liminal space.
Constantly changing.
Soft fingers swept across my skin, coaxing me to life.
Each brush left me wanting.
Desire burned beneath flesh, all consuming.
Or perhaps it was you.
All else was the disguise.
โ Crone
during arousal the vaginal canal elongates by roughly 200%
and the cervix rises upward in a process called tenting. this takes 15 to 25 minutes to complete. most men enter before the process is finished and then wonder why she's uncomfortable or why the deep positions aren't working.
the unaroused vaginal canal is approximately 3 to 4 inches long. fully aroused it extends to 5 to 7 inches. the cervix, which sits at the end of the canal, lifts upward and creates a pocket of space beneath it. this pocket is where the anterior and posterior fornix zones sit. the zones responsible for the deepest female orgasms are physically inaccessible until tenting is complete.
the mechanism is blood flow. arousal increases blood flow to the vaginal walls. the tissue engorges and the muscular walls relax and expand. the uterus lifts slightly through ligament tension. the entire architecture of the internal space changes shape. what was a short tight corridor becomes a longer more spacious chamber specifically designed to accommodate deeper stimulation without pain.
this is why the same position that hurts at minute 5 feels incredible at minute 25. the anatomy literally changed shape between those two moments. the cervix that was being hit uncomfortably at minute 5 has lifted out of the way by minute 25. the space that didn't exist now exists. the zones that were unreachable are now exposed.
the men who complain "she can't handle deep positions" are almost always the men who attempted deep positions before her body was finished preparing for them. the body wasn't the limitation. the timeline was.
20 minutes of foreplay is not a suggestion based on politeness. it is the biological minimum required for the internal architecture to finish reshaping itself into the configuration where the best positions and the deepest orgasms become physically possible. anything before that and you're navigating a room that hasn't finished building itself.
The dark never scared me. It embraced me as one of its daughters, offering clarity, solitude, and introspection.
Walking the path of darkness isn't easy. Transformation never is.
I constantly die and am reborn. The pain reminds me that everything matters.
โ Crone
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