Every month is Masturbation Month in my world, but out in the world at large, it gets the spotlight in May. I’ve put together a round up of reminders about sex positivity and masturbation, including product reviews, Sex 101 articles, and fiction to help you enjoy yourself for Masturbation Month!
I’ve been working on this post for hours and I’ve written and deleted more times than I can count. I’m distracted and frustrated because the words won’t come tonight. But I will.
It hasn’t been a very sexy week. It started out a bit hot and heavy but it’s been pretty much devoid of sexiness since then. In yesterday’s news, I did not go to my Dr.’s appointment. I was too wound up, too hysterical, too panicked. What good came of it was that I now have…
Draw your finger down my spine. Take in the smell of me. My pages are soft, shuffling against your thumbs as you spread them. Be careful not to be cut, for I am dangerously sharp if you don’t pay attention to how you touch me. My edges are gilded, romantically old fashioned, opulently dressed in…
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet. “Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief. “Never. Not once.” she shrugged and watched his bemused face. “Wow. Well, do you want to?” “Maybe … You…
The waxing full moon this month is known as the Flower Moon or Milk Moon.
Our task this week was to spin Molly’s wheels for our prompt instructions. Mine were “from above” and “no humans”. Naturally, that led me to toys.
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” – Charles Bukowski
I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. But he sounded so good, so desperate. It was the begging that got me. It gets me every time.
“Fucking hell …” “What?” “The bloody thing says it’s not paired to my phone.” “Maybe put your phone closer to your butt?”
Unwrapping the Maximus Realistic Dildo, compliments of TooTimid.com made me ooh and ahh immediately. Lovely to look at, handsomely detailed and textured, and designed to please, it’s a winner in every way.
The cotton gusset of my panties is drenched from our texts and I’m twitchy and eager when you appear, slightly pixelated at first, then crystal clear, on my lap top screen. I hover my mouse over the “camera on” button.
It is a wet, drizzly morning, so grey that the sunrise is essentially a non event. Still, things lighten and daylight creeps into the bedroom. Waking, she sits up and stretches, shivering slightly as she leaves the bed for the bathroom.
Right on time, I passed under the glow of the marquee, a haughty nod at the bored guy slouching in the box office, heels click-clacking briskly across the pavement, sidestepping wind swept leaves and trash. The wind was brisk and I felt the skin of my thighs goose-bump in the evening breeze. The fire exit…