12+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Life, dating & sex blog. 18+
“Your 20-year-old pic is so cute,” I told him. “I have a pic of you from when you were 20, you know. I found it when I moved a little while back,” he replied. “You do? How? I don’t even have that many pics from when I was 20,” I laughed. “I have a few pics of you from back then, but I doubt many of them are social media-suitable ?,” he said, right as he sent the first one. It was my goth phase, and the time I…
Read MoreIt suddenly struck me today just how much I missed my vibrators. Well, one specifically: the Rampant Rabbit. I’ve talked about the toy a lot before, and I’ll probably talk about it a lot more in the future even though there are new toys to tell you about, but my Rampant Rabbit is the toy I’m missing the most right now. I’m missing it so fucking much. I’ve wanked a lot during lockdown, but they’ve been secret, silent, stolen wanks in the shower, or really quietly at my desk when…
Read MoreFun fact about this post: It’s been sat in my drafts for over two years. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to publish something that featured a Class A drug so heavily and positively. But we’re all adults here, right? I did it, lived it, wrote about it … now I’m sharing it. Consider this your second content warning: this post goes into great detail about an NSFW night on MDMA (ecstasy), talking about it in a positive way. As a side note: I’ve been clean from all…
Read MoreAnon asked: You can only have sex in one position for the rest of your life: which is it and why? I know I’m going to sound SUPER boring when I say this, but I’m a big fan of the missionary position — and there are many, many reasons why I like it so much. Firstly, it’s so “tweakable”. With a simple shift of a limb, the missionary position goes from being boring to … well, definitely not boring. I can throw one of my legs over his shoulder to…
Read MoreI have a question: If my boyfriend is that disinterested in sex that we’re not having any of it [again], how come I keep waking up in the middle of the night with his hands down my pants? Last night, for example. This morning, actually. 4:38 am, according to the clock. I found myself risen from my slumber, still in the dark, roused by something that was nice and annoying all at once. It took me a few moments to work out what it was: Bear’s hands. Bear’s hands rubbing…
Read MoreYou kiss her like you mean it; like you’re hungry for her lips to press and caress and move against yours. Your hands can’t help but roam as you do, stroking up and down her arms at first, but they soon move – as though they have a life of their own – to trail a finger against her cheek, to grapple and grab and yank her hair, to lightly-but-firmly grasp around her neck … You’ve missed her. You want her to look at you in that way she always…
Read MoreAnon asked: “Where is your preferred spot to take your man’s cum?” The ‘money shot’ is honestly one of my absolute favourite things about sex. I know it’s a cliche to say that the other person’s pleasure is my pleasure, but that’s absolutely the case for me. It’s my absolute fucking pleasure. It drives me crazy to see, hear, feel my lover get turned on by my hands — and to get them to the point of orgasm … well, that’s the very best bit. I like to watch. Not…
Read MoreI’m blaming today on you. You. Yes, you. You know who you are. Today is your fault. The reason I’m tapping up this post right now? You. You kept talking about edging like it was this big thing that I was missing out on — and wasn’t I missing out on it? Not getting what I wanted has never been something I’ve been brilliant at dealing with, my impatience driving me to cum even when I’m told not to, so I’ve never paid much attention to the idea of not…
Read MoreIt’s been quite a long time since I last got my hands on a new toy to play with, so I was literally hopping up and down with excitement when I learned that I’d won Little Switch Bitch’s Twitter contest and the lovely looking Iroha Rin was on its way to me. I waited in on delivery day, tracked the van at every step of its journey, and was practically at the front door before the chap even had a chance to ring the doorbell. “Blimey, love. Were you waiting…
Read More“I love to watch you dance under the lights,” he said to me, right before he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted more than anything for his lips to make contact with mine. I almost puckered mine together in hopeful expectancy, but I knew he wouldn’t kiss me the way I really wanted him to. “Dance under the lights for me a little more. I’d like to take a photo of you here,” he said to me, as he fumbled with the camera in his hand…
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