My friend mentioned some sexual frustration, and I felt curious. She mentioned porn, so I asked her what kind of porn she likes, and if it’s difficult for her to come. Those were two questions. Then I realized I should answer my own two questions. So here I am, to blog what I like in
My spouse bought some red grapes, and they’re seedy. I usually like soft foods, so to have a crunchy grape seed in my mouth, within the soft, sweet grape, is disturbing to me. So I try to chew and eat the seed and not mind it, but I can’t. I have to spit it out.
My body is always changing, as I age and my disabilities fluctuate. But my feelings about my body change even more! I love my body for reals, hardcore, unconditionally. My disabilities, my fatness, the strength of my legs, the beauty of my breasts, my smile, my hair. My lovely, trustworthy vulva that gives so much
“Look at me,” I said. “I’m a kind, fat woman with big breasts who likes to nurture and take care of people.” We were lying in bed, cuddling, as the moon shone outside, full. He was nestling onto my breasts, sleepy. “I’m a cliche,” I said. “Sometimes being a cliche is ok.” “Yeah,” he said.
Coconut oil is my favorite lube, by far. I can use it on and in my cunt with no problem. I don’t use condoms lately, so I don’t need to worry about it weakening latex. My spouse’s dick is perfectly great with coconut oil. He doesn’t mind it at all, to slickify a handjob. I
Someone on a kink group I like asked about big age differences in relationships. I saw a bunch of answers from grown men in their 40s doing it with young early 20s women, saying how great it was to dominate these young women, as they’re so pliable and eager to learn! Someone said he only
the prettier I am, the angrier the men are. one of the men who lives here said to my spouse, “you need to share,” pertaining to me. when I wear tank tops, my shoulders seem to hurt him. I feel sad like I should wear a potato sack for clothes, like do you really need
“How will I access your dick?” I asked. He said he wanted to wear his underwear. “We’ll find a way!” he said. ” Underwear has that…” “Oh, the penis hatch?” I asked. “Does that actually work?” We were laughing. “I always thought it would have to be really, really cold, for anyone to actually use
Relationship style can vary. I need both closeness and freedom. Long ago I went on a date with someone I met on okcupid–J. He was a white guy, abled, married, straight. We went to coffee at a place near my home, after he got off work one weekday. We talked and seemed to like one
It was really smart, for you to love him. You used your brilliant mind, brilliant in your own unique way. To know him, hear every word he said and treasure each word like a fucking jewel. You responded, met him where he was, cared about everything he said. You heard him literally and heard his