I’ve tweeted a little bit about my adventures this week. In case you missed that, I had fun. The kind of fun that involves pain and belts and nipple pinching. Oh, and admitting that I’d never had someone leave a love bite on my body, and being asked if I’d find it hot if he gave me one where the mark could be seen.
I obviously said yes, because – fucking hell – I want marks to remind me of my adventures.
“Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.”
~ Neil Gaiman
While I think kissing can also have a winner, there is definitely one when biting too. Being that there is a delicious bite mark on my neck, a physical reminder on my body that I had been hurt and held, I know who that winner is. Me.
I’m going full Molly Moore this week, with a quote accompanying my Sinful Sunday photo. I love Molly, I don’t think I say that enough. She helps and inspires me so much, including editing this photo for me, and y’all should go vote for for her in the photography and sex categories of the UK Blog Awards.
Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex writer with vaginismus. He’s a slut and a sex nerd who writes about his adventures in trying to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks.