

I've never been a huge morning sex person, i think i'm too self conscious about how i look in the morning, and my breath, and all the other things that go with waking up, but i've always wanted to love it. Theres something so honest about it? puffy faces and rats nest hair, body odour and unbrushed teeth, all embraced by a person in the same state. I take nudes when i first wake up almost daily bc i appreciate the morning mess, i love to stretch in bed and watch in the mirror, then orgasm in all the ugliest ways in the shower. Sex finds desire in the filthiest states, perceptions based on decency fall to the side. I've always loved that part of us, the one track mind that either forces out any and all shame to allow room for pleasure, or finds pleasure in the shame. I think if you glorified my filth, I'd learn to love it.