Cabin Fever Ink

Men stick together. #NoSW Don't pay for throne, OF any nude content. It's time we require more than nudes.

SW and OF girls are cooked on X.

It would have been great to create a community here but x doesn't allow it.

Behind your good girl persona, we both know you could take two at the same time.

Hide all you want. I'll just keep going until the blush gives you away.

When she leaves the house with her scent still on my fingers.

Rate my first date plan: dinner, a slow walk, and then I find out what she likes by asking first and listening closely. Ladies, would you go on a second one? 😏

New Story HOLD IT FOR ME A storm batters a little A frame on the Oregon coast while he keeps her right at the edge with his fingers, his mouth, and her favorite toy, stopping every time she gets close. She has to beg, she has to ask, and she has to hold it for him until he finally says yes. And when she falls, he is right there to catch her. Contains: M4W, tease and denial, edging, orgasm control, begging, oral, fingering, toy play (wand), squirting, praise, good girl, safeword, consent, aftercare fetlife.com/CabinFeverInk/po…

Lsdies, can cum be too thick?

Ladies, quick Halloween poll. Do you want the trick, the treat, or the man who asks for consent first and then serves you both? 😈

Is X any better then truth social?

A Letter to You, the One Reading This My dear, I don't know your name. I don't know what your morning looked like, or what you carried to bed with you tonight. But I know you're here, reading slowly, letting the words settle. And that's enough for me to write you this. You're the reason I take my time. Every line I write, I picture you leaning in a little closer, maybe biting your lip, maybe pretending you're not blushing. I see you. Even when you don't comment, even when you just read and quietly come back the next night. Especially then. I want you to know something. You're not too much. You're not too quiet, too needy, or too complicated. You're a woman who deserves to be learned slowly, the way you'd read a favorite book, one page at a time, folding the corners on the parts that matter. So come closer. Let me whisper it. Breathe in. Hold it. Now let it go. Good. There's no rush here. There never will be. If no one has told you lately, you're worth the patience. Worth the attention to the small things. Worth being held after, wrapped up tight in strong arms, until the world goes soft and foggy around the edges. Tonight, before you sleep, I hope you feel a little more wanted than you did this morning. That's all I've ever wanted my words to do for you. Until the next page, #CabinFeverInk #loveletter #WritingCommmunity

The algorithm treats me like a substitute teacher. Every morning I have to stand up front and say "Hi everyone, my name is Mr. Write, please be nice."

Funny how "she's too needy" usually means she wanted a text back, a little attention, and a plan for Saturday. That's not needy. That's the bare minimum with good manners.

I'm old school. If you're my girl, you're getting the wallet slot. That's prime real estate, ladies. Even my library card had to move out.

Yes, men regret losing a good woman. It usually hits about three years later, somewhere in the cereal aisle, when we finally get what she was trying to tell us.

Fingering is a lost art, like handwritten letters. Both take patience, both need attention to detail, and both get a much better reply when you aren't rushing.

Tell me you saw cleavage without telling me. I'll start: "Sorry, what did you say? I was... thinking about the economy."