Blindfold
I allowed it once. In a hotel room with the caveat of no restraints and call-a-halt authority, I granted his request to wear a blindfold. (ME. A blindfold.) I could… Read more »
Category: Getting Personal
Just So Much Noise
The worn-thin cotton of his pajama pants feels like silk against my fingers as I stroke thumb and forefinger alternately over the growing flesh beneath them, the barely-there shhh-shh, shhh-shh… Read more »
Thou Shalt Not F*ck (and other lessons I learned from my mother about sex)
Conflicting Messages I don’t think I’m alone in having received conflicting messages about sex as a kid. Neither do I think I’m alone in having consciously chosen to go my… Read more »
Pelvic Floor Therapy #2: Well, it didn’t hurt as much this time.
It was still not comfortable. There was still some pain. But it was better than the first time. It was equally awkward during the pre-massage interview — in the Why… Read more »