Today it rained and that gave me an idea for an awesome Sinful Sunday photo. I got soaked in the rain, but it made me feel wonderfully alive and in need of adventures. And taking the photo I had in mind was definitely going to be an adventure, because I needed a willing accomplice to make the photo a reality.
Author: Quinn Rhodes
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After the rain
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Blogger positivity: June’s shit
I’d say I don’t know how I missed posting June’s Share Our Shit Saturday post at the end of June… except I actually do. I’d planned to schedule this post so it went live when I was in London, but in my busy week leading up to those adventures I never got around to writing it. When in London – between Pride and CFNM adventures – I didn’t remember that this was the blog post I was supposed to be working on, and without an idea I didn’t publish anything.
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Being fuck positive in public

Photo by me, of fuck-positive things by Doxy, Sexpots, and Franki Hanke. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about being fuck-positive in public. Mostly because I got an awesome butt-plug sticker that colour-matched my poetry notebook perfectly, but I hesitated before sticking it to the front cover. Why? Because I’m an enthusiastic kinky perv and solo poly slut, but I don’t necessarily want the whole world to know that.
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I want to feel your come dripping out of my cunt

Photo by Molly Moore, used with permission. I’m currently playing with my vaginal dilators, which is in general a painful but super fascinating adventure. I definitely plan to blog about it more in the future – after all, what’s the point of having a sex blog if you can’t share your tentative steps into putting things into your cunt? Today, however, you get a stream of filthy thoughts directly from my
cuntmind, because my current desire is to feel come dripping out of my cunt. -

Mean girls with sharp knives and sadistic smiles

Image sourced through Pixabay. I knew I wanted to write something about knife play this week, but today it was too hot to fuck – or indeed to think about fucking. But is it ever too hot for a mind fuck from a cruel dominant? What I wanted was a mean girl who would grin sadistically as she held my wrists against cold stone until I shivered, and whose pocket-knife would feel cool against my skin…

