Death is always with me, inside of me, and layered behind what’s in front of me. The life we see swirling all around us is fueled by death. What lived before is part of us. My ancestors speak through me. Plants and fish that died help form my body. The earth is full of minerals,
Do you like the dick hole? I was having sex with my spouse and impulsively put my left nipple into their dick hole. I didn’t understand my nipple would fit. Their dick hole is bigger than I expect. I’d had a prohibition against putting anything into the dick hole. I’m nervous about some coconut oil,
“It’s such a relief, not to be Miss Piggy for once,” I said. My spouse has been making obnoxious kissing sounds sometimes when they kiss me, and it makes me laugh. I told them they sound like Miss Piggy. “Mwaaah! Mwaaah! Mwaaaah!” they kiss, and I giggle. “Mwaaah!” My giggle inspires them–they do it more.
There’s a lesbian group I like on a social media site where I’ve learned about sex and seen wonderful memes. Today I saw a post about a trend where people describe their dream partner to an AI who provides a photo. Most recently on the lesbian memes group I saw people talking about about giving
Dear one, Yesterday I was telling you, I want to go down on our mutual friendly acquaintance / acquaintancely friend. They’d mentioned that they weren’t going to the May Day event to work, but to get laid. “I’m not going to DJ unless someone is sucking my dick while I’m DJing,” they said. Surprised, I
Lately I’ve been feeling lonely. It’s a social sadness in my body, mostly related to missing my mom. I’m sad missing my extended family of origin. Sex is definitely comforting, meeting a different social need. My spouse and I did a Valentine’s Day photo shoot, and I like the nsfw photos. celebrate Yes, it was
“Will you open my cunt like a book? Will you read it?” I asked. We were in bed naked with not a lot of time. I prefer an hour for sex–a journey we take together. So we were cuddling and having some sexy moments without the entire process. I didn’t want to be completely vulnerable
Dear one, Years ago I was in love with my friend G who introduced me to the band Woven Hand. Yesterday I got a weird craving to hear them again but didn’t know the name of the band. I tried searching “dark country” and “dark country guitar” and finally found a playlist with a Woven
There are so many things to do at a sex club. My spouse and I were out of town, visiting the city, eating Thai food for lunch with an old friend. I mentioned that night we might go to a sex club we’d never been to before. Actually I mentioned it by name–my friend seemed
Dear friend, I was never young. In years, I was young; I was born as a baby and progressed as one does. But I was never young in the sense of needs met, well-being protected, spirit cherished. What’s innocence? I definitely wasn’t guilty. But life didn’t unfold in a stepwise way. Choices were denied me,