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Cornell
Note that this post discusses rape, rape culture and the recent news about Cornell University.
I don’t write about dark shit like I used to. I think in recent years, when rape and sexual assault has come up in the headlines, I’ve been less inclined to write about it than I am to just share other people’s takes before weeping quietly in a corner. Part of me wants to say it’s because it’s too depressing, which it is. But I don’t think that’s the reason. An armchair psychologist might say it’s because I find it triggering, having been raped myself a few years ago. But it’s not that either. I think the main reason I don’t write as frequently about rape these days is because it just feels so fucking futile.
Gang bang club: lend a man, borrow a team
The first rule of gang bang club is that you have to talk about gang bang club: these things don’t organise themselves.
I want to make you tremble
I’d like to make you tremble. You know those adrenaline-fuelled shudders of desire that you (specifically you) get when you’re on the verge of doing something hot? Or when you’re hovering just before orgasm, craving release but forbidden from truly letting go? I want to make you tremble like that.
Note that this story contains casual public kink, begging/teasing/edging/denial and an anal hook.
Guest blog: Please please please… deny me
I am fully grinning from ear to ear as I write the intro to this post. The fabulous @EuclideanPoint – who has written here before about letting a kinky stranger hand her control, a very kinky interrogation, and denying a partner’s orgasm – is back with another phenomenal guest blog. This time it’s her who is being denied, and the relish with which she embraces this edgy torture is such a delicious joy to behold. If you have a kink for subs who want it really badly – begging to be given further punishment, denial, or cruelty – then I guarantee you’ll love this as much as I do. Take it away, Pointy…
I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but never this
There’s one word no one’s ever used to describe me. Well, OK there are probably plenty. No one’s ever described me as ‘svelte’ or ‘pious’, after all. I’ve never heard ‘classy’ except through a thick layer of sarcasm, while I’m in the throes of strawpedo-ing a bottle of Lambrini. But the particular word I’m thinking of is something I have always wanted to be. I’ve longed for it, yearned for it, aspired to become it, and spent my whole life failing. Until recently.