My heart was broken again. I wanted to ask you what’s not good enough about me. What are you looking for? Am I too kind, or am I too generous? The first time I touched you, I felt your remarkable open heart. That instant feeling of cozy safety had never happened to me before. My
I had a rage orgasm. It was surprising and almost scared me. Emotionally I’m going through a time of change. I’m making new choices including saying no to unbalanced, destructive relationships. Feels great to raise my standards and work on believing I deserve more. content warning: brief mention of sexual violation Family pain and trauma
“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
Lately I use a vibrator to masturbate, and that can get me off. It’s better than nothing! But I don’t like how it feels to cum on a vibrator, compared to other orgasm methods. Cumming on a vibrator is the lowest quality orgasm I’ve experienced. why Vibrators are overstimulating. There is no subtlety. The sensation
Do you hurt her? How does she like to be hurt? Do her eyes roll back in her head? Do you feel powerful, dominating her thin, white, abled body? How does she cum for you? How many times? Is it hard to be quiet together? Is it ironic, to fuck her in the house where
I wore my black Feel Your Feelings tank top to the sex party along with my black kilt. The words of the shirt are all caps in neon colors and white, standing out boldly on the black. The Feel Your Feelings shirt is a ringer, so there are thin white lines at the neckline and
“Can you smell your dick on my breath?” I asked my spouse. I had just been going down on him–now I kissed his mouth. “Yes,” he said. “Does it smell good?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. hands Every once in a while I’ll notice a friend or housemate smell their own hand. I wonder what
“I think you’ll do,” my spouse said, inspecting me as I stood with my hands tied behind my back. “Yes, I accept you as my bitch.” We were at a vacation rental, doing some kink. It got loud, so I’m glad we had noise privacy. That morning I had a vivid fantasy about being chosen
I wrote about what happened last summer, when my spouse and I briefly lived on a small farm where the farmer witch wanted a sister wife. Writing helped me realize again: there can be such a large gap between what we want vs what we say we want. sister wife How much truth will fit,
“Can I tell you what I’m thinking about?” I asked my spouse. I was having a fantasy about being watched. “Yes,” he said. We were in bed having sex–not our usual bed at home, but at a rental place. My spouse was spooning me and touching my breasts. His big dick was poking onto my