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Guest blog: Do you have colourful orgasms?
I’m so chuffed to welcome Sherryl Blu of Tinted Blu back to the blog today. If you’re a regular reader you’ll remember Sherryl’s amazing work for the audio porn project. Today she’s back to bring you something different – very different. If you experience orgasms in colour, you and she have something in common. And if you don’t? You may be fascinated to learn that Sherryl, and some other people, experience orgasmic synaesthesia: aka colourful orgasms.
What happens at the end of No Nut November
I’m not a fan of No Nut November (the month-long challenge where people try not to wank for reasons that vary from ‘fine’ to ‘oh God please stop spewing falsehoods about wanking harming your brain’). I like wanking and I dislike people who try to make others feel ashamed or broken because they enjoy a hand shandy. However, there is one huge benefit to the end of No Nut November that I haven’t yet dwelled upon for fear I’ll end up trapped in a horn spiral for the whole of lockdown. Namely: how much fucking jizz there’ll be when everyone who is partaking in it joins a massive beat-one-out party at 12:01 on December 1st.
He picked me up/His dick feels good
“He picked me up,” I tell her and she says “Ooh! He picked you up?!” and both of us grin because we know – we know – the pickup is a pretty sexy move. We also both know that, while I may be many things, ‘small’ is not one of them. I am not easily pick-uppable. Nevertheless, this guy picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Hot.
Guest blog: Fucking in the dust
Today’s guest blogger is James, who got in touch with me because he wanted to share some of the hot encounters he’s had over the years. This is his first time writing erotica, so I hope you can extend him a warm welcome as he tells you a story about a hot fuck in the dust of his semi-renovated house…
Note: this story involves some surprise pain, but both the author and his lover knew each others’ limits.
In which a strong, independent woman meets a spider
I am single now, so I’m doing everything on my own. I fucking love it. There’s an immense and roaring joy that comes with the power of being alone. The power to do or not do something based purely on whether the fuck I want to. Singing loudly in the kitchen. Dancing… well… everywhere. Learning new things and remembering old things and saying ‘yes’ when someone asks me for Skype drinks. I’m a strong, independent woman. In every single area except one.