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Lingerie Is For Everyone – Week 23
Hello Lingerie Lovers! It’s our 23rd week of celebrating a diverse array of bodies in lingerie, proving, affirming and reminding the world that lingerie is for everyone! If you’re a regular reader and/or contributor, welcome back! If you’re new, feel free to slip into something more comfortable and join the party below! Lingerie is for everyone and every body. No matter your gender or sexuality, no matter the size or shape of your body, no matter your ethnicity, if you love lingerie, you are welcome to contribute to this link-up. Your lingerie doesn’t need to be fancy or expensive, if it’s an undergarment that you feel good in, that’s all you…
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Survival is not the same as living
Content warning: abuse, violence, violation I survived. I survived the way she drank, the way he screamed and broke things. I survived not knowing if we’d eat, waking to the glass of water by my bed frozen on the surface because the house had no furnace and we lived on the heat from a wood stove, which, if forgotten, grew cold, spreading that coldness through us like slow acting poison. I survived the drunken car crashes, the interrogation by social services. I survived her pissing the bed and not getting out of it for days. I survived loneliness and neglect. I survived his unholy rage and remorse. I survived the…
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Five Minutes
Closer now, you timid thing, no need to be so shy. I know, you’re so exposed and it’s all so new and fresh. I can hear your heart beating from here, I can smell your excitement and see it dribbling from your cock. My cock. Isn’t that right? Whose is this? I can’t hear you, Pet. Ahhhh yes. Very good. Next time I want that answer right away, got it? Good boy. I’ll give you five minutes. Five minutes to explore me and learn all you can … but by touch alone. Slip this on. There you go. Is it too tight? How does it feel to be robbed of…
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The other CBT (as in, Cognitive Behavioural Therapy)
CONTENT WARNING: breakups, negative self-talk, depression, anxiety, invasive thoughts, self doubt A new-ish relationship (7 weeks or so) of mine ended yesterday. It was an online DD/lg connection and “Daddy” cut me loose. He wasn’t cruel, he didn’t belabour it. It was tidy and kind and reasonable. I was taking up a lot of time and energy that he no longer had for me. Totally fine. I didn’t freak out or take cheap shots. I told him I understood and I hoped he found what he needed. I made some distance (unfollowed on some, but not all, social media channels, changed my bios, deleted the app we talked on, etc.)…
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ELust edition 119
Welcome to Elust 119– The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #119? Start with the rules, come back June 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates! Photo courtesy of Floss Does Life ~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~ Poly wobbles Friendly Concern Unmentionable ~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~ Breakthrough Wait Silently ~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~ Sensual Indulgence, Familiar and New *You really should consider adding your popular…
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#LingerieIsForEveryone Weekly Round Up – Week 22
I must confess, I thought that I had a volunteer for the Round Up this week but I didn’t! I’m a lot of things but flawlessly organised is not one of them! It’s been a lovely week of links though, so there’s lots to ogle and enjoy! If you’d like to do the Round Up next week or sometime in the future, let me know! My picks for this week are thematic – I love stripes! Marie, as always, is sharing her wisdom and generosity: “Be kind to others and you will find the happiness in yourself.” as well as her stunning bum. I’m such a sucker for a beautiful…
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Deep Space
I try, very hard, to be what you want. I try so hard sometimes I can’t see myself; a shimmering mirage, a glittering lie. I try to make it true, to come together in the shape you crave, to say the words you need to hear to know that this is real. It’s so real that the space between us is deafening, a silence so heavy it has its own gravity.
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Come Back to Bed
“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, Kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)” – Sylvia Plath
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#BoobDay – And from your lips she drew a “Hallelujah”
Listening to Hallelujah on repeat, (the Jeff Buckley version) listening to the rain. It’s falling heavy and hard from a granite sky streaked with lightning and I wonder aloud, again and again, why aren’t your lips on mine? Maybe there’s a God above But all I’ve ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya And it’s not a cry that you hear at night It’s not somebody who’s seen the light It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah BoobDay is a weekly meme, hosted by Hyacinth Jones, for us to honour breasts of all shapes and sizes belonging to all types of folks.
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The Intimacy of Sleep – Every Damn Day in June
you can read the first part of this post here If you’ve been following along, you’re likely already bored of me waxing poetic about the potential and possibility with The Cop, a very lovely and truly, deeply, submissive local guy. Our day together this week was casual and comfy and began strong: a great and lengthy hug, easy conversation, comfortable silence and really great kissing chemistry. Did I mention the kissing? Because it was really good. His pace of life as a single dad and a cop is very different from mine. He’s busy. Profoundly busy. It was really lovely that he wanted to spend time together after a night…
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The Duchess Never Lies
I’m fucking horny, ya’ll. But not even in like, a sexual way. That doesn’t even make sense, right? I just feel, I don’t know … ripe? Not in a fertile way but in a sort of succulent way. My body feels like a peach, sun warmed and sweet. I feel like my blood is a bit thicker, my skin is a bit more buttery, my eyes are a bit heavier. I just feel primed and ready for touch and taste and heat and lust at any second. The Duchess (that’s what I call my pussy – what do you call yours?) is on the prowl. Perhaps it’s the surge of…
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Goodbye Spring
“Heart’s fragrance is spent with the ending of spring And nothing left but a tear-stained robe.” ― Li Shangyin, 8th century AD