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…
Virtual Cuddles and Other Hungers
We talk about cuddling a lot, which isn’t surprising. Conversation tends to veer towards the simple pleasures when you’re far apart and wishing you could touch each other. We talk about sexy stuff too, but to be honest, the cuddle chats are really my favourite. They aren’t always PG-13 and they often lead to more…
Faint of Heart
When your heart is full of fear and your mouth is full of blood, there’s nowhere to go but down, down, down. This is not art imitating life, it’s just art. No Violets were harmed in the making of this blog post.
Breakfast Is The Most Important Meal
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Dreaming of you, illuminated by The Wolf Moon
Inspired by this piece by Cara Thereon, I’m keeping this post punchy and brief. How many words does it take to convey absolute desire? Eighty, apparently. It’s the moonlight on your shoulder that does me in, or maybe it’s the smoke from the candle as you purse your lips and blow, plunging us into near…
I’m Kinkly’s Sex Blogger of the Month!
It’s really exciting when you work hard at something and you receive recognition. There are few feelings that are more satisfying to me, so I was pleased as punch when Kinkly contacted me about being the Sex Blogger of the Month for January. It was awesome to make their Sex Blogger Super Heroes list for…
Don’t Take It Personally If I Close My Eyes When We Fuck
{Content Warning: mental health, trauma recovery, sexual anxiety} I really struggle to be present. I’m always in my head, scrolling through my imagination, or wandering away on a new idea. Sometimes I miss out on the things right in front of me because I can’t let go of something else from the past, or more…
Stranger in a Strange Land
I’ve managed to screw up the courage to share this post, in large part because I was comforted reading this post by Quinn Rhodes. If you don’t yet read Quinn’s blog, it’s time you started! I’m also linking this post to Molly’s Pussy Pride Project, that has been open since 2011 and has more than…
The Pull-Out King
“Please, I need to feel it on my skin …” This is a common phrase, uttered by me right before he comes. My begging is often muffled because his hand is on the back of my head, holding my face to the pillow while his cock reams my cunt and his fingers gouge into my…