It doesn’t take much really. I love that 16 years in, simply the sight of His dick, completely flaccid and folded into His foreskin, still makes my mouth water and my cunt clench. I love that flashing my tits still gets a reaction from Him. We know each other’s bodies inside and out…there are no…
Awhile back, I did a post on The 3 Things Almost Everyone Fantasizes About, and I promised to come back to the topic and cover the other types of fantasies that are most common, based on the study done for the April book pick Tell Me What You Want. These last four are tied together…
Back again for the A-Z Challenge! The nonet poetic form is simple. It’s a 9-line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to one syllable in the final (ninth) line. Breakfast He enters, slow, cracking me open, finding me…
This week’s #EroticJournalChallenge prompt is: What, if anything, about sex (or your sex life/Sexuality) distresses you…or what part(s) of your Sex Life/sexuality have distressed others? NOTE: Please take a moment to read the rules. The Erotic Journal Challenge encourages writers to really dig deep and share some pretty personal stuff. So I want everyone to…
It’s time for question #6! As always, you can keep it light and simple, short and sweet, or take this one for a long drive and dig in deep. You can head down a sexy road, or keep this one safe for work. It’s totally up to you! The goal is simply to get to…
The Magic 9 is a newer form. I have no idea who created it, but I found it on Writer’s Digest. It appears to have been inspired by a poet misspelling the word “abracadabra” (seriously, just take away the r’s and you’ve got the rhyme scheme). This 9-line poem doesn’t have any meter or subject…
I feel like I’m constantly evolving, learning and growing as I push to take up more space inside of myself. It’s a wonderland inside my brain, and there are never-ending possibilities for expansion. Especially when it comes to my sexuality. That’s how this blog was found. I knew I wanted to write, and I knew…
Welcome back for another A-Z Challenge/National Poetry Month post. Today, I’m trying the lai, a French form (I love trying new forms from all over the world, even though sometimes the patterns and rhyme schemes don’t transfer perfectly across languages). The lai is a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme…
Your eyes on me. Your hands on me. Your breath on me. Your words in my ear. You…moving over me….inside of me… Your body reacting to mine.
I’m the safe one. The friend in high school who always managed to get us home, even after following along and mother-henning while the group made bad decisions. I always had an escape plan. A way out. A solution to the problem. And the managing of that always got in the way of me ever…
Continuing on with the A-Z Challenge/National Poetry Month homage, we have the kimo. I’m trying to mix things up as far as types of poetry, size/length, and origin. This form is an Israeli version of the haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still…