I’ve felt nothing but this incredible amount of sadness over how isolated I’ve become.
I woke up this morning and the first thought I had was, “We sucked my nipple last night!”.
…I couldn’t help but feel slightly mad at him for just leaving me here, in this space.
Being an author is a way of immortalizing yourself – more than almost any other medium. Words live for centuries!
I love when he loves when I’m on top.
I foresee many more attempts at many more unsuccessful and discouraging conversations.
Sometimes, you’re just too lazy to work for sex. And so we spoon!
It’s by far our most favorite breast.
I suddenly had the idea one day to compile all of my erotic limericks into a book.
At 14 – you can totally tell this was like the age of my sexual awakening…
I hate that I’m supposed to be this young, vibrant, nubile 23-year-old and instead I feel like I’m an old, arthritic, dying 98-year-old.
The best thing about turning 30 was definitely The Boyfriend!
He was nailing a very nice figure eight, and the sensation was crazy, the sound of the whip whirring through the air.
When I was a kid, I had a few camping experiences that turned me off of camping altogether.
It’s awfully funny how perception works!
Summer always seems to bring me a lot of inspiration for the group and I always do a lot of work during the summer months.
Something about the duality of it… The feminine and the masculine.
It felt like I consciously gave up that night…
BLAM! On the side of the road!
And your sexual bucket list can change and evolve, just as your sexuality can.
I don’t know if I can remember the last time we had sex without having porn on.
There are rare circumstances, in relationships such as mine, where the bread-winning male seems to be more vulnerable than the stay-at-home mom.
I can’t wait to get this baby out of my belly and into my arms.
Our first anal session still goes down to this day as one our most memorable sexperiences together.
I have never ever been with a guy who isn’t utterly obsessed with the idea of anal.
My sexuality very much defines me, and I would appreciate it staying that way.
Partially because I’m currently suffering from “I hate my body”-itis.
Sounds become sharper, smells become stronger, I become hyper aware of everything.
I am a woman who doesn’t wear underwear. If you didn’t know that about me, now you do!
From porn to masturbating, I have such a problem with him watching or doing either of those things, without me.