HNT: Yank.

Sometimes when I am feeling low, lonely, stupid, hungry. . .whatever, OK? I reach back and grab a handful of my own hair. And I tug. Sometimes a little. Sometimes a lot. Yes, I even yank.

Because I like it. Because it reminds me of a feral, fierce side of myself. Because I remember what it's like to be ridden, used, taken and that I glory in it. That I like few things better than thwapping and splapping hips, laughing, whooping with the raucus hilarity and fun of it, swapping sweat and licking it, my pussy grasping and sucking, the animal shluppy sound, bucking, flailing, collapsing on the floor.

That's what these photos reminds me of: Never getting enough.




**If you think it's easy to get a good photo of the back of your own head, think again, pal.**