Congratulations and thank you to the people I am mentioning this week for sharing their writing and images with me – and hopefully with you too. @kisungura from Mycontrolledascent. Kis has just written her 50th […]
Masturbation means I now need to pay far more attention to what works for me than I have in the past, and lube has a positive role to play in that… But I do appreciate it when my impulse to masturbate means I become wet naturally, and will now use this opportunity to massage my labia and create some slow finger clitoral love…
as is often observed the sex blogging community is a smallish but very real community. We care about each others welfare, and the loss of a member is felt and sometimes felt deeply. Not only because we are often set apart from mainstream society but also because we openly share intimacies and insights into our lives, our sexual selves, and quite often our wounds. M did all of those things and graced our lives with some truly wonderful memorable images as well.
Apart from the prospect of an erotic massage, one of the things that stood out for me was his willingness to champion people’s personal and employment freedoms as well as sexual rights. This man is informed, intelligent, compassionate, committed and not afraid to stand up for himself or others.
I’ve been away this weekend with no internet bar my phone. So this is me Sharing my selections some other day…
I’ve missed a couple of #SoSS posts, and I’ve missed giving feedback to my fellow bloggers who post to my reader or to the meme’s I follow. This was due to a range of factors but I’ve felt bad that I’m not contributing. As someone who has been dealt a few stinging blows to my self esteem and confidence this fortnight “Sting” seems like an appropriate word to hang my post on.
My arse is throbbing with the afterburn of sex, and I make a mental note to see roughly how long the sensation lasts. Anal sex is full of sensation for me: the quicksilver threads of […]
Part of the reason for feeling in such a constant state of arousal stems from the wearing of my black corset for the first time. I’ve discovered how good it feels to have that garment pulled firmly around my body, and I’ve actually been wearing it at home all day today because it feels a bit like being hugged tightly and that’s something I crave at the moment…
What a fascinating read. She knows her body so well – I am totally in awe of her self-awareness. However reading the post (and playing with my own breasts at the same time I discovered a new thing and remembered an old trigger.
Sometimes I find myself craving the erotic build up of anticipation, of the need for touch, the flash of shared passion and spontaneity along with a strong sense of mutual concordance.