I always have so much trouble holding still.
Month: November 2015
I told my dom I’d be interested in playing more public, but still discreet scenes. He said “okay,” and days passed. I assumed he’d forgotten. Until I mumbled my order to the waiter at dinner and was met with the thwack of the butter knife across my knuckles as soon as he turned away. I was instantly indignant when I met my partner’s eyes but he cut me off: “Articulation.”
Standard👏👏👏
I would probably cry the whole time. Which is why I want it.
One time, Saltine and I were lying together in my bed and Pup did this. I came harder than I usually would from someone just fingering me, listening to them moan beside me, reaching over to touch them when they got close.
Guys, Stoya just basically put everything on the line here. I really admire her courage, and I know what’s ahead for her is going to suck like crazy.
It’s scary to me that people can hide behind pretending to be progressive and feminist, can use these labels as a disguise for some fucked up stuff. I’ve encountered two people in my kink experience that have wound up to be rapists masquerading as feminists, and it’s not only fucking terrifying, but it’s even harder for survivors’ experiences to be viewed as legitimate. It’s also profoundly fucked up that people, like Deen, use feminism as a tool to get victims to trust them.
So I stand with Stoya.
To think there was a time where I thought two dicks was “excessive.”
Also blah blah spanksgiving pun blah blah.
Dear Followers,
On this [kind of problematic] holiday, I’m so thankful for all your support and kindness. Thank you for reading the dumb stuff I write and finding all the trifles of my sex life interesting.
Here’s to enjoying time with family, be it biological or chosen. And also to like hopefully having more time for this blog, right?
Oh! Okay! Whoever did these did an all right job!
My tiny, middle-aged Pakistani gynecologist during my breast exam, regarding my nipple piercings.