“I don’t want to be anyone’s girlfriend,” she said. That was disappointing to hear because I wanted to hold this dear friend, cuddle her, kiss her, possibly have sex with her, and be close to her in a significant way. I wanted to be sweetly interdependent for a long time. So I was like–oh well.
Hello, what kind of writing do you value? I like to share truth here that’s too personal for publishing with my real name. It’s an artful side project I give as much heart as I can spare. I like when I have a ton of writing energy and update here every other day. Sometimes survival
My spouse read that post executor about family pain and misogyny. We talked about his favorite parts, like the part about evil. “What did you like best about that post?” I asked. “None of it,” he said. “It was all terrible.” “Right,” I said. “Its terrible! But it’s clear.” “It’s very clear,” he said. “Did
“Tell me you want your dick sucked,” I told my spouse. We were in bed, naked and close, and his dick was in my hand. “I want my dick sucked,” he said. “Tell me you want your dick sucked,” I repeated. “I want my dick sucked,” he repeated, with a little more emotion. Feels good
We checked into an old hotel. I noticed our bed had a mirror on the ceiling, over it. It was octagonal and quite a surprise. Immediately I began singing in my head the Eagle’s song Hotel California that says “mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice.” This song is about a creepy decadent
“Don’t get cum on my shirt,” I said. “I just put it on. Is your dick dribbling?” He was naked after we had sex, and I suspected his dick was leaking a few last drops of semen. I remember when I was a teenager, coming home from being out, checking for cum on my clothing.
Sexual slang is important and totally respectful language. A close friend and I talk about this. The slang hurts her–she finds it disrespectful. So I’ve been thinking about why I love sex slang. One reason is resisting authority and love of DIY. Dictionaries and doctors don’t own the right to label my body parts. I
what I’m doing I enjoy healing sexual trauma through love and BDSM. This blog documents love, sex, bright ideas, and BDSM enactment of past sexual trauma. Also there’s some smut in the form of erotica. And a ritual or two. The breast pics could be noted as well. I started this blog to have a
Someone on fetlife asked–what are the dirtiest words. I listed what I consider the dirtiest words, and hottest. no I like saying no, while my spouse fucks me, holding me down. Or while he rubs my cunt, a finger pushed between those lips and pressing my clit. Sometimes we just started, and it hurts because
sense-making It makes sense I need a sex blog–just somewhere to put writing that’s more private. There’s me in the day, and me at night. Even if I didn’t have sexual trauma, sex is just weird! Sex is like a trauma unto itself! An orgasm is totally overwhelming! I would have stuff to work out,