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
There are so many things to do at a sex club. My spouse and I were out of town, visiting the city, eating Thai food for lunch with an old friend. I mentioned that night we might go to a sex club we’d never been to before. Actually I mentioned it by name–my friend seemed
“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 didn’t know it was possible. But let me tell you how my mind was blown by getting fucked with my own dick. Recently I bought a harness and dildo, which changed my life. Suddenly my gender is affirmed, and I feel a whole new form of freedom. Please see my previous post about what
Recently I purchased a strap, which was a big deal emotionally. I had wanted one for 20+ years. Also, it was an expensive purchase. I’m sorry it costs hundreds of dollars to affirm gender. When I tried out the strap, my mind was blown. This post is what I learned from having my own dick.
Dear friend, I was thinking about something you mentioned regretting. I’m sorry it hurts to hurt another person. I wanted to tell you: the erotic is fueled by the tension between what’s real and what’s not real. The tension creates an energy. It’s ok to be wrong during sex, as long as it’s consensual. Exploring
My spouse and I went to a hot springs, and it was my first time in a clothing optional space. Well, the sex parties we enjoy are clothing optional. But this was more nudity and felt different. Strangely, it felt sexier at the hot springs than the sex parties.–at least our first visit on a
I’m dating, and I hate it. I always want to skip to the middle of relationship. It’s too scary to do this getting-to-know-you part with so much baggage activated. Yesterday I had a date with someone new who I met online: a very tall, thin, white translady. She is 31–a few years younger than I
“Can I touch your balls, if I feel curious about them?” I asked my spouse. “Yes,” he said. I moved my hand to the sweet softness. “Can I touch your balls, if I feel affectionate toward them?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. I pet them with love. “Can I touch your balls, if I feel