Sheesh. What a month.
That Soft, Hot Mouth
She’s making sweet angel-baby sounds, crooning and mewling as I writhe over her face. Her mascara is smudging on my thighs and that alone is almost enough to make me come. Somewhere in this pleasure haze I can feel the white-hot crescents of her fingernails in the flesh of my ass and it’s getting me…
Getting Ready: February Photofest 2020
I have decided to be a bit more planful this year with February Photofest, and take some images in advance. Last year I did many days but not all of them and it was a legitimate challenge, but one that I really enjoyed. I want to try my best not to recycle images from past…
Late Bloomer
“I must have flowers, always, and always.” ― Claude Monet {CW: the complexity of gendered beauty, body image} I have fought my femininity for as long as I can remember. I wasn’t raised to embrace it because brains always trump beauty in my family’s collective philosophy. But can’t we have both? How am I in my…
I Fucking LOVE Clothespins
I love clothespins. They are, hands down, my favourite pervertable (a common household object, re-purposed for sex or kink). They are cheap, easy to use, not overly intense but still biting enough that they do the trick, and they don’t read as ‘kink object’ so if you’re anything like me, you can enjoy the taboo…
I Want To Fuck You Together
I want to fuck you together. It’s been on my mind for what feels like forever, since before we were what we are now, when we were too polite to say what we were feeling. I imagine us together, all three of us, and I think of all the heady combinations we could make, all…
How I’m Surviving a Mental Health Medication Change
Medication is personal, very personal. I’m sharing this experience because it helps me to process by talking and writing, and because maybe someone else needs to hear that medication changes are hard, and scary, and that even though they might be challenging, they eventually pass. I’m not a mental or physical health professional, so don’t…
Haunted/Hunted
I’m in a forest of thin trees, young trees, poplars. I can smell the green sap smell; sweet and fresh, I can smell the forest floor decomposing, it smells soft and brown; the air is still and cool. I’m not alone. At first I’m not afraid, just alert, acclimating to the maze of slim, bare…