Today I’m going to talk about my vagina. I use a few words to describe my vagina when I’m writing smut: it’s also my cunt (which in turn I also use as a somewhat sexier term for my vulva) and sometimes one of my-fuck holes. But whatever I call my vagina, I have a somewhat complicated relationship with it: I have vaginismus. (more…)
You’ve met the characters in this story before, at the end of my airport fuck-toy smut. I knew then that I wanted to write about them again, and am honestly surprised that I haven’t shared more of their (fictional) kinky adventures sooner. It’s also, just possible, that this story was inspired by the fact I wanted to spend Sunday being soundly spanked. (more…)
A little over one year ago, I got through a bad depression bump by doing something utterly ridiculous: starting a sex blog. Looking back, I have no idea how I managed to set up self-hosted blog while in a deep depressive fog at 2am… especially as since then I’ve had to ask for lots of tech help to keep my blog up and running. (Most of it from the man whose birthday my blog shares.)
A more concise version of this title would simply be mental health and spoon theory. It’s a long time since I started planning this blog post, but it’s been really fascinating to go back over my notes and actually write words. However, I do need to add a content warning for discussion of mental health and depression, and mentions of suicide. Take care of yourselves folx.
Tonight’s Masturbation Monday post, aside from being posted on a Tuesday, is not the analysis of poly-relationship-related-revelations that I had planned. Instead it’s short and brought to you by my enthusiastic overuse of the word filthy.