Ok, here is the promised vibrator review. The first day I got my new vibrator, I went to bed with my spouse and we tried it out. This vibrator is heavy for its size, small, and intended for clit stimulation. It has a cleft, or two prongs, and the idea is that your clit can
Dear friend, Can we go to a magical land where you’re not stressed and scattered, and have resources to have a conversation where you answer my questions? They might be difficult. You’re always at the edge of what you can do, and I feel like a jerk for making conversational demands. They’re really requests. Maybe
I asked my spouse to take pictures of me–my cunt specifically. I had not seen it very well in a long time. This was a great idea, to ask for help and make a day of it! long ago When I was a young person, I used a mirror to look at my cunt. That
One time my good friend was at a party where people were not wearing shirts. She was having a conversation with someone who awkwardly said, “I think your breasts are beautiful, by the way.” My friend reported this to me years later, laughing. The situation had been novel, for her. It was funny to consider
I was looking at pics of vulvas on wikicommons for a while, looking for a vulva pic for the last blog post sex retreat. At first, it was a simple photo hunt, for a pretty public domain cunt. Hahaha, that should be my new name. Public Domain Cunt. It turned into something more, of course.
Lately when I masturbate, I think about our friend coming to visit for sex. Originally, she wanted to have sex with me and maybe become my girlfriend. She’s never been with a woman before. But it turned into wanting to try both of us and share something with both of us, in the guest room.
I was having a fantasy about my friend. He’s a white guy elsewhere who seems emotionally unavailable, but gives sudden lightning strikes of kindness, appreciation, adoration. He disappears and seems to forget about me. Then praises me in a way that makes me feel faint. I tremble. The unexpected thrill feels amazing. I want his
“Guess what this is?” I asked my spouse. My new vibrator arrived in the mail yesterday. It was wrapped in pink tissue paper. “Soap?” he asked. I guess the sacred bundle was that size. “No, but…it will make me clean!” I said. Not sure how that made sense. But he realized from my tone, it
I think about power all day. Capitalism and money, how people relate in families, friendship, workplaces. I think about power in any organization where people might give up power intentionally, in hopes of receiving something in return such as protection. Governments, churches, alliances between organization. I even think about power with animals. If someone has
I read a question on a fetlife group–what do you notice first, when you meet someone. A lot of answers were “eyes” and “smile.” Some “ass” and “breasts” also. The implication was that the new person was being judged as potentially attractive. Is everyone judging everyone, as potentially attractive? I am bi/pan/fluid–I could find anyone