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Irregular periods, fifty shades of discharge and other vaginal admin
Although I’m very pleased with my vagina, I do wish someone had told me, when I was young, just how much of my life I’d spend worrying about all the stuff that happened to drip out of it. Not that I resent the dripping exactly, it’s just I never anticipated there’d be so much of it. And that thanks to irregular periods and other vaginal surprises, it’s entirely unpredictable.
Principle fuck: Let me envelop your dick
Let me envelop your dick. Submerge it inside me, like I’m slipping you into a warm bath. When I look at you, this is all I want: everything else would be too active on your part. I need to fuck you like I need to stroke your brow with a cool cloth, and whisper soothing words into your ear.
2019 call for sex guest blogs! Got a sex story, opinion or idea?
Hello! You seem like someone who might be a bit interested in sex – you’re here on a sex blog, after all, so you likely have some opinions and experiences relating to sex that the world would benefit from hearing. Whether you want to try your hand at erotic fiction, tell a story about something sexy you’ve done, introduce your kinks to a curious audience, or educate people on some aspect of sexual politics, I would really love to hear from you. Here are some sex guest blogs that were popular last year, and details on how to submit your own.
What if I never have sex again?
I haven’t had sex for over three weeks. I can’t remember the last time I did, either. Not the position or the length or the time of day, or even whether I came. Maybe we started with a soft blow job. Perhaps it began with his hands down my knickers or me begging him to watch porn and touch himself for me. I can’t remember when I last had sex, or how. And now I’m wondering: what if I never had sex again?
Christmas at Waterloo station
Waterloo station. Bottom of the escalator, going up. Brunette, mid-thirties, backpack full of last-minute Christmas presents. The last time she fucked was yesterday – a quick make-up shag after a week of loneliness. He slipped out of her just as he started to come, and she conjures the memory of the wetness spreading on the inside of her thighs, and tries not to let the other commuters see her smile.