I love the sound of a man experiencing sexual pleasure. Not coming, necessarily, though I like that also, but all the sounds that lead up to that point. Oh yes please.
I used to have my last submissive send me audio porn *all the time*. It was like an obsession for me. I loved it so much. So fucking hot.
Mostly I would give him instructions on how I wanted him to masturbate. There … Continue Reading
I don’t write about social or political issues in this blog, or on twitter, or on my tumblr. Not because I don’t have views or opinions, but because this is not a place where I want to discuss them. If I wanted to have those discussions, I’d create a space for them.
I also don’t do it because I don’t have the wherewithal to be angry all the time, or horrified, or hurt. … Continue Reading
My train of thought on an idle Sunday evening:
Hmmm… I wonder what I’ll do when my landlord kicks me out of here… (and he will, sooner or later).
You know what I could do?
Go and live in another country for a few months! I mean, it’s expensive to live here: I can easily find a place to live that costs much less: somewhere interesting, vibrant, different. If I lived there for a few … Continue Reading
I replied to a personal ad offering chores in return for blowing up balloons. It was so unusual it caught my eye.
The honesty in his ad, which presented a pretty straightforward transactional exchange, was actually much more refreshing than the ‘NSA housework’ ones with hidden agendas.
I was honest about being more curious than interested, but you never know.
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I saw your ad and I was curious if you wouldn’t mind indulging me.… Continue Reading
Written and performed by Warsan Shire
You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with the memory of taste
his … Continue Reading
I get oddly stressed when I lose the inspiration to write. Either I don’t have anything I want to say, or I have so many things that I can’t nail any of them down and make them come to life. Lately, it’s been the former. I know it’s no big deal, it will come back, but the feeling is disconcerting. Like there’s a void that I fear will just get bigger and bigger.
So here’s … Continue Reading