A recently kinky adventure confirmed something that previous hotel stays had only confirmed: hotel sex is fucking brilliant. But while there are many delightfully filthy highlights from my first adventures in hotel sex, what I really remember are all the sounds.
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.
It’s Anal August, so it’s the perfect month (from a sex-blogger-content point of view!) to explore butt fingering while fucking in a hotel room. Welcome to a super long post about my recent adventures in anal fingering, and why it was a fucking beautiful moment.