So, prodoms, huh? You might think I talk about them too much. But every time I flick through some kinky magazine in search of kneeling, sneering, shavenheaded butch there they are thrusting their latex clad rentable boobies at me.
Really I’d leave them alone if they left me alone – but that doesn’t really look very [...]
You Think I’m ‘not really dominant’? You’re right
This is one of those posts where I just whine at you for a thousand words. It doesn’t help or achieve anything. All it does is show you my soft woundable insides. Or, really my soft woundable outsides – seeing as how I don’t wear an outer coating [...]
Because more women need to obsess about dick. When it comes to sex there are some things gay men can’t do for us. Like have vaginas.
Men know this stuff matters. And yet somehow women seem do like to tell each other (and men) that the vagina accommodates what’s offered.
No. Look, men obsess over tits and [...]
I’m a woman who is kinky, sex-positive and heterosexual. And perhaps a calmer saner rationaler person would leave this post at that.
Not me though. You know that.
So one Saturday morning I was at home with my boyfriends Pan and Jack. (God, though, I love the polyamory. Not in a deep way. Not in an adult [...]
One night, at Jack’s place, both sleepy in the dark and drifting apart into different dreams, with both our mobile phones showing damn-shoulda-been-and-done-gone-to-sleep-hours-ago o’ clock, and I said:
- G’night Jack
Which is notable because Jack’s name isn’t actually Jack. And Jack said:
- G’night Bitchy Jones
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Last Thursday night, in bed again, after Jack had been a pirate [...]
“I want you to pretend you are, like, a servant. A sex servant. No, not like a whore. You’re not getting paid. So I guess it is more slave than servant. But the word slave is so loaded. So cliché. There is no way I can say I want you to pretend to be my [...]
(I am, apparently, a proper sadist and everything - I would like to be wired up to machines to show it - but I don’t think I should have used that title. It’s too mean.)
(I know this post needs a photo really but my camera is on the blink. I am sad. I love putting [...]
I could write masses about this. I’d need a guy with a really huge back.
Heat World (everyone’s favourite guilty bookmark) don’t understand this product endorsement. Maybe their brains don’t connect the dots like mine: Becks. Nice. Write demeaning things all over his naked body with the pen.
Make a mark on his wrist every time [...]
I love this. How perfect for Easter. (And I have said before Easter is my favourite holiday for its unique combination of (a) chocolate and (b) men nailed to bits of wood.)
Dunno why the people who make this seem to think bunny rabbit mask wearers would all be women (from the female model and [...]
