“It might be messy …” My voice trails off as he slaps my bare thigh. I’ve been teasing him and being naughty and I’m mere moments from paying the price for my insolence. He crams his hand possessively between my legs and I press hard into him, needy. “I’m gonna fuck this.” he grunts and…
I fucking love heels, I have always found them sexy, but I hate how they feel on my feet. I hate walking in them, I hate the pinching and the squishing, I hate that they are so awful for the body and that they are wielded as a measure of control when it comes to…
I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated that I’m blogging about this again, and that I still feel like an outsider for something so personal and unique. More specifically, I’m frustrated by the extensive online energy around women’s masturbation and how one-note that conversation seems to be. I’m frustrated by the shame and inadequacy I feel within the…
Should you be near the garden gate When autumn’s days are running late You’ll see a figure turn and wait And in the shadows you’ll debate If you’ve seen the Garden Ghost You’ll see her there amidst the gloom A witch without her cat and broom Her silence like a vacant tomb The fleeting…
Content Warning: Please be aware that this post features topics like weight, weight loss, body shame, etc. If those are challenging topics for you, please proceed with caution. Not the sexiest post, but an important one for me. I have been conspicuously absent in the weekly Lingerie Is For Everyone link ups for awhile now…
It was $100 every time. She’d finish up, hand me the crisp bill and wave me off to leave her to compose herself before she went back to her lounger on the pool deck. I never once felt bad for taking her money, wealth dripped off of her, and besides, I was broke. I was…
He’s a good boy. He’s smart and educated, , confident, kind and funny. He’s generous and affectionate, he’s curious and thoughtful, and an excellent boyfriend. He turns me on. He pleases me. He’s submissive and eager to please. He is creative and kinky. He’s masochistic. He’s suggestible and pliant. He’s obedient. He’s a slut for…
[Content warning: unwanted sexual advances] Lucky was a legend in our village. He was a travelling farrier, as they were in those days, who would come through once a year, set up shop with my father, the village blacksmith, and see to a steady stream of horses in need of new shoes. To my…