Ophelia

Ophelia never really loved me, and I guess I always knew that. I wanted her to love me back, so much so that I never ever told her how I felt because I was so sure she did not feel the same way. I guess some things are just too pure and hopeful to give…

Gold Star for Effort

I don’t often ask to come, but I did tonight. I was feeling backed up, as if I couldn’t quite fully relax. There’s no statute of limitations on orgasms when I have sex with other partners, but he unequivocally owns my self pleasure and masturbatory orgasms. I asked if I might come tonight and to…

This week’s top lingerie posts

Usually my Weekend Round Ups have a bit of a theme running through them, a common thread. This week is all over the map!  It’s a mixed bag, but that’s awesome, because the whole point of #LiFE is to celebrate diversity in lingerie. Join me for this week’s top three picks …

Sometimes I’m Smol

Sometimes I’m smol. By that I mean: extremely cute, keen and agreeable. Or at least I like to think so! Feeling smol is both incredibly complex for me and also incredibly simple. To me, smol is not the same as little, it’s somehow less narrowly defined and less aesthetically driven. I don’t have a ‘smol…