Tag Archives: sex
Weeeeeeee!
Brain running all over the place. It’s almost still Saturday, so I should post. Or something. Legs have pretty bruises, from practice, where our resident woodwoorker brought new toys for everyone to try. “Wicked sticks” of two different thicknesses, a Continue reading Weeeeeeee!
At First Blush
Over four years ago, I wrote a post called Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby. Where I talked about how sexually shy I am. A lot of things have changed in the last four years. I have gotten a lot more Continue reading At First Blush
Needs, Wants & Desires
Last night, I was introduced to a new way to view things. I have talked before about wants and needs, but this is a different way to look at them. We were talking specifically about scening, and broke it up Continue reading Needs, Wants & Desires
Monday Morning Microgasm
Sex Education
Or the lack thereof, really. Two articles today that piss me off. First, we have a religious group funding a abstinence-only sex “education” speaker at a public school. The class vice-president protests and speaks out about the slut-shaming behavior and Continue reading Sex Education
No Fighting
They led her, one on each side, down the dock. It was humiliating, but it was nothing compared to what would come next. She’d been caught trying to pick a fight again and he was not going to be happy. Continue reading No Fighting
Decisions
I dislike the feeling of stringing someone along. I dislike even more, uncertainty. But I’m a stubborn one. Especially when it comes to changing a decision I had already made with finality. When I decide, this is what I’m doing Continue reading Decisions
Special Request
And a special, bonus post, by special request of him, just in case two posts isn’t enough to fulfill your craving this week. The movie was over, they hadn’t really watched it, too distracted by each other, but they Continue reading Special Request
Broken Not Fragile
One of the first times I answered “the heath question” before playing with someone, that’s what I said. I’m not fragile, but I am broken. I have RA, so I have fussy joints. Hubby has a badly injured back. He Continue reading Broken Not Fragile
