Today, 8th March, is International Women’s Day. This means I can claim that deviating from my usual blogging schedule of posting new content every Thursday was intentional, because I wanted to share something on the topic of #IWD2019. And while it wasn’t intentional, I do have something to say.
“I want to torture you. Consensually.” – words I sent to a friend last night. I hope the DM message made him smile. In fact, no: I hope it made him hard. This piece of smut, however, is for me, because I want to distract myself from the mess that my every day life is swiftly becoming with a fantasy. A fantasy where I can be confident, be in control, and cavort with dirty words.
I have really, really missed taking part in with Sinful Sunday, so I’m back again. I’m being even braver this week and sharing a photo of my own body, which still feels incredibly scary. I’m continuing my exploration of what counts as “sinful” with a photo of my newly examined tummy rolls.
Once again, I’d like to confirm that the title of today’s post is a reference to #ShareOurShitSaturday rather than a comment on the quality of the work I’m sharing. Once again, are you ready for a round up of some of January’s sex-positive shit?
Once again I’m playing the game where I mess around with Molly Moore’s sex blogging memes, because I feel if I don’t write this post now then I might never. The current kink that we’re all dissecting is hands, because hands are ridiculously hot. And I am going to talk about hands, but more precisely why I want to hold your hand.