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I wasn’t planning to stick to my regularly-scheduled filth this week but there’s something so delightfully playful about this photo, isn’t there? This one actually took me forever to finish, though, because I kept getting distracted by things that made me crave fingers in my cunt.
In a society that defaults towards monogamy (to say nothing of heteronormativity), I’ve recently been struggling to find the right terminology to describe my ethical-slut dating style and my partners therein. I’m a word nerd, but the poly relationship words I need to talk about the folks I’m dating, fucking and crushing on just don’t exist. Today I’m sharing five non-existing words I’d totally have used in the last week. (more…)
An inability to relax has characterised much of my fucking over the last few months – maybe longer. Sex, in my opinion, is incredibly important and something I take very serious… but it should also be fun and playful. I hate feeling stressed while fucking, but recently it feels like that’s all I’ve been feeling.
Rope isn’t a major kink of mine, or at least not in the way I thought it might be before I actually tried it. Rather than being into rope play, I find that restraints – especially quick, easy ones – can work into the kink scenes I love. However, this filth is a fictionalised account of some scenes that may have featured during last week’s fucking, written about with the knowledge and consent of my partner.
Am I still on my mini blogging hiatus? Am I back to writing non-stop filth? Even I’m not sure yet, but I am emerging from my pillow fort to share some of August’s sex-positive shit.