The Coochie Diaries
It was real, grimy, breathtaking passion.
As a woman reading it, I didn’t feel objectified; I felt seen. You talked about a female body experiencing pleasure with a shocking, refreshing honesty. The multiple orgasms, the different kinds, the frantic one against the mirror, the slow, intimate one on the chaise, the overwhelming, tearful one, the final screaming release. You charted a whole geography of pleasure.
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