Something happens when you blog about your current relationship.
The grave’s a fine and private place
Yes, I’ve gotten it on in a cemetery. You haven’t? Then either you were a less depraved teen than I was, or your parents were more lenient. Or you had a car with a really bigass back seat.
Look at me!
Where’s the line between enjoying a little admiration and outright exhibitionism? I put myself on exhibit whenever I walk across a bar in tight jeans and I’ve-been-a-bad-girl-daddy four-inch-heeled Mary Janes.
How to lose a sub
I met him on Fet, as one does. He said he was a dom, as men do—whether or not they have any idea of the responsibility that role carries.
Dolorous afternoon
I washed it, so it’s mine
I love washing a lover.
I love having them stand patiently as I rub soap between my hands and choose my starting point.
Pin me to the wall
Welcome to the inaugural edition of Tiny Treat Tuesdays.
Come vs. cum
It’s come, not cum.
No offense if you spell it cum and prefer it that way. I’m not saying it’s wrong. It just annoys the hell out of me.
Devoured
I used to be tepid on the subject of cunnilingus.
Why I blog
I was thinking of Joan Didion’s essay “Why I Write” as I named this post, and now I want to reread it.