It’s actually a while since I talked blogged about dipping my toes into the world of polyamory. At least, according to my blog it is – I feel like it it’s only a week or two since I talked about how I want a relationship style that allows me to fall in love every day and wrote about my struggles to decide what to wear on a date with my crush to see if I could, hypothetically, tempt them to fuck me.
Category: Personal essays
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Finding the right words
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Vagina, vag-OWW-NO
Image sourced through Pixabay. 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…)
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Perverting penitence
Today, I was tasked with writing about the role of punishment in a D/s relationship. However I know, because I am not in one, that I will not find myself punished for twisting the topic slightly. I am instead writing about penitence – one of the many reasons that I’d love to explore D/s dynamic.
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Problems facing the modern bookworm, or I can buy whatever the fuck I want, right?
I thought if I was going to write about money in the next few weeks, I would be writing about the need for a fuck off fund. I also thought that my writing in the next few days would be delightfully filthy and reflective of my current adventures. So this post surprised me. Does it belong on a sex blog? Well, it talks about having to hide your kinks and the importance of queer representation in fiction, so I can just about convince myself that it does. Really, though, this is post about how I am a frustrated, queer bookworm.
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What to wear on a date with your crush and his wife
A few weeks ago, I went on a date. Dinner at a lovely restaurant, a playful argument over who was paying, and a walk through a London’s beautiful streets in the cooling air. It was brilliant. There was some flirting, some teasing, and – on my part anyway – some blushing. They’re both wonderful, clever, attractive-as-fuck people: one of them I want to be like when I’m older, and one of them who I want to fuck right now.