“Do you wanna shave me?” my spouse asked. “Yes,” I said. I had been saying no for a few days– felt good to agree. My spouse handed me the electric shaver. They grabbed my breasts and started to jiggle them, as I shaved their chin. “Be gentle, and get off the nipple,” I said. It’s
This is a letter to my lover, or to someone who was my lover, and I hope one day they’re my lover again. It’s about my chosen wound. Dear one, My chosen wound is partly about fatness. You know what the world does to very fat people. But it’s more about home and safety, and
“Can I give you some feedback on the sex we had today?” I asked my spouse. “Sure!” they said. My spouse loves feedback, which is special. I’m often cautious about feedback; most people are. But my spouse wants to do well and has a strong sense of self. They’re not afraid of what others think:
“You’re safe,” my spouse said. They stopped hitting me. It was a shorter sentence than I had requested. My spouse knows what I want– I want to be safe more than anything. They go to the root. collar We were in bed in the afternoon. I’d asked my spouse to collar me while hitting me.
“There are many ways I could sit on your lap,” Velvet said. I was relaxing on the chair, which has no arms and is wide and slick like leather or pretend leather. The chair was holding my back and huge ass, low to the floor. We had just done ritual, asking our guides to collaborate
Drop is hell. I’ve been searching for ways to be kind to myself. There are cliches of self-care, like chocolate and bubble baths– so inadequate. Drop is like intense drug withdrawal, the worst PMS, the sickest depression. Yes, I feel like I will puke. I’m happy to try reassigning drop. Fortunately, it’s working. the beginning
Before this lover I recently lost, I’m not sure I ever had avoidant sex as an adult. Definitely when I was a teenager, a series of white boys preyed on me– they were avoidant if anything. They wanted sexual pleasure then an easy exit, not to build actual relationships of balanced care. This recently lost
How I like to be hit has changed over the years. My spouse and I are coming together with renewed interest and love, after I broke up with my brilliant young lover who I had been spending significant time with. It’s a huge life change to refocus on my spouse as the person I most
I want more trans sex, which is strange because I think of myself as demisexual. My sexual desires arrive after I know someone and love them. Once I feel safe my cunt perks up, and I get very loyal and attached. Sexual desire doesn’t lead. But here I am, sifting into my being the trans
I’ve had a ton of queer sex, including intense gender-y experiences. I remember the first time I ever went down on my spouse’s ass and all I learned doing that: so tender. I felt like a gay man, which isn’t what I expected. But recently I had very trans sex for the first time, and