Tag Archives: masturbation

Sleep fucking: dreams and reality and the in-between
Sometimes I wake up in the night to find my fingers rubbing hard at my clit. Sometimes I wake up and realise I’m licking them. Sucking post-wank moisture from the tips at the end of a half-remembered dream. Sometimes I fuck in my sleep.

Butter for lube
Today I’m thinking about butter. Which is, I know, not the ideal lube. Especially if you’re vegan.
But today I’m thinking about butter for lube.

Sacred sex and kink evangelism
Let’s talk about sacred sex, via the medium of delicious toast.
I don’t think bread is sacred. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t sacred to you. Some of you might do the church thing, for instance, where you kneel at the altar and the priest gives you either the literal body of Christ or something representative enough that to pop it in the toaster would be sacrilege. Judaism has some pretty cool sacred bread stuff too, if I remember right from R.E. classes. Or if you observe Ramadan and eat bread during iftar, then as you chew you might marvel in the wonder of what God does for you/is to you/means to you, and have a nice spiritual moment.
I don’t have a bread ritual, though – I tend to just toast it, butter it, then eat it standing up in the kitchen.
Roughly the same applies with sex.

Sex and sertraline part 1: masturbation
Here’s fun: SSRIs. Also referred to as ‘anti-depressants’, although sometimes used for things on top of/combined with depression. I’ve talked a bit before about my anxiety – specifically the way in which anxiety affects how I fuck. It’s a massive pain in the arse, and it’s not exactly the kind of thing I can easily dismiss by choosing not to care about it.
Still. I’m here, and I’m not too bad most of the time, so I’m lucky.
But I’m also on pills, and I fucking hate them with every fibre of my being.

Watching porn with him
I’m rarely guilty of lying – at least intentionally. While I probably fuck up a fair few of my stories, and invent dialogue where I forgot the actual words, I lack the imagination to tell a properly whopping lie. But I am definitely guilty of editing stories depending on the audience – usually when I’m talking about watching porn with a partner.