I fucking love audio porn. Listening to filthy sex stories read aloud was how I learned to make myself come. I would lie on my front and bury my face in the pillow, letting the hotness of the words burn through me as I desperately ground my clit into a vibrator. I still use audio porn if I’m struggling to come, because hot words are the fastest way for me to reach orgasm. I’m also into the idea that you can enjoy erotic audio stories anywhere, without anyone knowing what you’re listening to, which is what inspired this smut.Read More →

An afab person kneels in front of the camera, their shirt pulled up enough to offer a view of their ass and a tuft of pubes between their legs. Photo.

There’s a guy I like. A guy I haven’t fucked but who I’ve dreamed about fucking. A guy who I’ve wanked over but who I don’t really know. A guy who I want to know, because I wanted to be his friend years ago and I still want to be his friend now – it’s just that now I want to be his friend and suck his dick. But I’m not always honest when I text him, because it’s way easier to send him nudes than be vulnerable or (god forbid) needy.Read More →

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Am I a shitty feminist if I’m waiting for a boy to text me back? Specifically a cis boy who I used to have a crush on, and I recently found out used to have a crush on me too. We’ve been flirting a bit, over the last few days, and I might like him more than I want to admit. I might like him so much that I seem to be waiting around for him to text me back right now… which makes me feel like a shitty feminist.Read More →

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Before I started working on this blog post draft again, I thought I had answered the¬†sleep or sexting?¬†question that I’d struggled with when I first started writing it. My depression makes it hard enough to get out of bed in the morning as it is, even when I get enough sleep. The logical thing to do for my mental illness is to chose going to bed over late night flirting every time. And yet…Read More →