{Content Warning} : contains language that perverts Catholic ritual and terminology. Also: degradation, name calling.
Wildflower
“You know that feeling when you meet someone and they just crawl up under your skin and move into your head? They become an itch you can’t scratch, a ghost you can’t evict, and every moment, from that moment on, is just a little bit different? Such has been my beautiful burden since the night…
Vanilla Ace Ace Baby
I love the sex life my husband, Fantastic Mr. Fawkes, and I share. We have great compatibility and we have really sexy sex, despite being VERY different, sexually. How so? Well, for starters, he’s totally Vanilla with zero interest in power dynamics, and he’s asexual. I’m a kinky pseudo-hypersexual. How does that work, you might…
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…
The Thirteen Spanks of Christmas
CONTENT WARNING: This is a juicy bit of #SeasonalSapphicSmut. It has shades of D/s dynamics and features a Yuletide birching with a branch off the old Christmas tree. Oh Tannenbaum? More like “Oh, tanned ‘er bottom”, am I right? Perhaps I’ve had too much nog, or not enough. Either way, enjoy!
Messy
“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…
Bedroom-Only Shoes
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…
Rejecting Masturbation Shame. Again.
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…
The Garden Ghost
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…
Metamorphosis: Fat, Fit and In Between
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…
Pool Boy
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…
Daddy’s Boy
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…
The Summer Lucky Came to Stay
[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…
A Crisis, a Misfire, and a Lost Goodbye
Act 1, Scene 1 [Interior, Day – Violet’s Bedroom] (Violet slips out of the bed, leaving ropebound and glassy eyed Loverboy behind. She opens a drawer in the tall mahogany bureau beside the bed.) VIOLET I’m just going to slip this on. Don’t go anywhere <chuckle> (Violet dangles a strap on in front of Loverboy’s…
Laid Bare
Standing between your knees, looking over you laid out across the table, I’m aware of how vulnerable you must be feeling. It’s not your shifting eye contact or the tense way you have rested your arm across your stomach, just a little too high as if it’s in an invisible sling, it’s the way you…
Three Candles
Her text had been cryptic, and he revisited it once he parked the car. The rain outside pounded on the roof and the windshield and it was so dark and the windows were so obscured with raindrops, he was tempted to unzip and touch himself right then and there. He resisted. Let yourself in. Undress,…