“I think you fixed my pH,” I said. “Thank you for the semen cure. Or your balls are a lil yeasty and slapped yeast in there, overwhelming the bacteria.” My spouse laughed. They were about to leave on a sacred errand, moving through our small home getting ready to go out. I was still lying
“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
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
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
“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