Not literally … no wait … I am actually into that, so literally works for me too. Not Tumblr though they can’t fuck any bits of me because they’re stinky poo heads!
I hope you are thoroughly traumatised by the sight of my ‘female presenting nipples’ and may your eyes never recover from the sheer horror of their existence. If you’d like to complain you send you emails to email@example.com
I am a Mother raising a son. This isn’t often an important factor in my posts but it is today because I want to discuss the world in which I am raising him. As most of you will know by now as of December 17th Tumblr are banning all adult content. Facebook have been disallowing posts like Sexual subcultures are collateral damage in Tumblr’s ban on all adult content by Zahara Stardust that even dare to discuss what the Tumblr issue means to various communities and more and more people are being pushed into the shadows in an attempt to silence the voices of people who talk loud and proud about sex.
Now before I go on, some will say this is a is about minors in pornographic content (I’m sorry I can’t bring myself to type the more colloquial phrasing of that), sex trafficking and Tumblr’s altruistic desire to protect the victims of those things. Which skates of the fact that users have had issues with that kind of content for years and it is Tumblr’s inability to deal with posts that advocate that kind of content which has led to this blanket ban. Of course, I do not want anyone being able to access that kind of content, but if we are naive enough to think protecting minors is the sole reason behind Tumblr’s decision we would only be lying to ourselves.
There’s a chance I will get shot down in flames for this post and I’m sat here weighing up the pros and cons of having my rant and I’ve decided I’m willing to lose the readers that disagree.
Without further ado here are the points I’d like to discuss:
Being pretentious doesn’t improve your skill level
Being like Gollum with your knowledge? That sucks!
Assuming makes an ass out of you and, well, you!
I’m going to use rope as my example to lay out the reason behind my thinking. Make no mistake though I love rope bondage and I have had some amazing experiences within the rope community and know some truly awesome people who would cite rope as their main kink and passion in life.
My bare skin sticks to the leather couch, my knickers down, my skirt up, access for fingers and tongue to fuck.
Barely visible in the darkness a face gazes down upon me, her painted mouth agape seductively as if inviting someone to fill it.
My own lips mimic hers as you pull my hips towards you, my skin painfully peeling from the leather, as cock meets cunt.
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This week on Instagram someone asked if they could make an enquiry about something personal, it turned out that their question was regarding whether or not I would class myself as a ‘size queen’. I replied that no, size of the penis was not something that I prioritised in my partners. I explained that the chemistry between us and alignment of kink and sexual interests was of far more interest to me, amongst other things of course.
They continued with ‘yeah, yeah, but if all that’s in place do you have a preference for size?’ Which led to my explaining that not all my sexual partners have had penises, and in the absence of a penis I still can and do have really fulfilling sexual and kinky experiences and when a penis is present its usage is irrelevant compared to whether or not the person attached to it is a skilled and passionate lover.
Song to the Siren by Larry Becket and Tim Buckley. Lyric images created with ImageQuote app.
The waves lap at the hull of the boat. There are no other seaworthy vessels to be seen for miles. I am adrift, and I am lost. Though not as it might seem to some in a navigational sense, I am lost of heart, adrift in a sea of longing. I remember with a dull ache in my chest and I must confess a throbbing in my cock, how your eyes sparkled as I drew your lips to mine, your fingers firm and certain guiding my hard length into as yet unexplored waters.
My heart sang, or perhaps you sang to me, I cannot recall the details, the memories of our union made hazy by the way you enveloped me, your entire being taking over mine, your existence in my world and your proximity to my body rendering everything but my knowledge of you utterly unimportant.
I sounded far more prudish than I had planned to but I had to admit to being slightly horrified by the scene before me.
‘Oh come on. You know how much I love Christmas.’
She did love Christmas, but this … this was just … obscene. She was lying on the bed with everything from baubles to tinsel scattered around her, a smooth bauble was still nestled in her palm and I am certain it’s shine would be slightly dulled in parts as her juices began to dry upon it. Fairy lights twinkled all around her and despite my reservations about her choice of erotic inspiration I did giggle, she looked like the naughtiest elf there had ever been.
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” – Oscar Wilde
‘My dick is so fucking hard, I just need to watch a ton of porn and jerk off until my balls stop aching.’
‘Let me watch.’
‘What? Are you joking? You want to watch me jerk off?’
I did, I really fucking did. I was as horny as he was hard, and if there hadn’t been an ocean between us I’d have let him destroy my cunt with his dick until neither of us could walk. Instead, I’d settle for watching him pump his fist up and down his shaft, praying I got the cum shot I was eager for.
Content Warning: If religion in erotica is not your thing, this may not be for you. Prayers and religious icons are referenced.
This is not my usual theme, and for good reason, I’m not practising any religion at present but I have been a fan of Jesus at certain points in my life, for various reasons. Which some people will probably find more offensive than the content of this blog post! I think two things inspired this piece though.
Firstly ‘Why should we call ourselves sinners’ by May More, which is an extremely sexy read and the image below that I saw on Twitter, I am however unsure of the original source of it. If anyone knows please do let me know.