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
“Do you want to taste this persimmon?” I asked my spouse. We were in the kitchen, and I was processing persimmons, a sacred food for me. “No, I don’t like persimmons,” they said. “What don’t you like?” I asked. “I don’t like the taste, and they’re too slimy,” they said. “It’s just… negative associations.” anew
I have a new sound recording up. I was masturbating as my spouse went down on my breasts–it’s nine minutes. My long orgasm is strange and good. https://freesound.org/people/nestvalorfixer/sounds/751155/ I listened to the recording this afternoon while I was masturbating in bed alone. I hadn’t heard it in a while. The recording kept me company and
“You’re happy just getting your dick sucked,” I told my spouse. “I want sex that’s way more kinky.” “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll do something more kinky.” desires Lately I have some specific kink desires but haven’t communicated them to my spouse. An easy desire is to move wedges and pillows toward the
“I want to make you make that sound,” he said. “What sound?” I asked. “The sound you make when I put my dick into you,” he said. date I giggled. We were in bed cuddling, with a date planned for later. “That deep dick sound,” he added. I smiled at him and giggled more. “What’s
I have an amazing spouse. Yet I remain a slut: I believe in diversity. This post is about what I really want. masturbation I was lying in bed today when my spouse was out, and I began to masturbate. My mind roamed, trying to find some hot experience to imagine and cum on. My spouse
This morning I woke up at 4 something. My spouse was up already, watching a movie on his phone. He’s been respiratory sick for more than a month, and he’d woken himself up coughing. “You wanna come back to bed?” I asked. He finished the last ten minutes of his movie and came back to
“You’re like a stupid kitten who can’t find the nipple,” I said to my spouse. He was kissing my breasts in a sweet, clueless way. It was a sexy moment and unusual because I usually don’t say anything that could be heard as insulting. He’s been sick and does seem sweetly pathetic at times like
Going down on my spouse’s ass was more emotional than I ever could have imagined. So much I learned, I had no idea I would learn. Previously I thought assholes were embarrassing and dirty. I had no idea they can be tender, sweet, vulnerable places to deeply love. It’s like I discovered a whole new