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Author Archives: Caitlyn McConnell
We’ve just returned from 10, much-needed, days at the beach. A week spent in a beach house allowed for ample relaxation and plenty of time and room for fucking, but the subsequent three days were spent in a small suite in Ocean City, which didn’t provide much opportunity for vacation sex.
I should be working. A thousand deadlines missed. But my sanity lies on the brink and tears blur the words on my screen.
My heart hurts. And my world is crumbling.
I’ve lost my dad. And then our dog. My favorite goat is deathly ill and requires hours of care a day. My daughter leaves for her academic summer camp in three days and I haven’t finished paperwork that should have been turned in weeks ago let alone started packing. Vacation starts in 10 day and I haven’t even started making lists.
I know it’s been a long time. Too long. And yet here I am, turning to you to about something that has nothing to do with sex. But everything to do with love.
A few months back, my dad died. Somewhat unexpectedly. And it’s rocked my world. It’s been nearly three months and I have made little progress in my grief. If I’m honest, it’s probably worse now than it was in the beginning. And, sure, there’s things that complicate it. The loss of my childhood home. The isolation that death brings to an only child. The devastation of losing a father to a daddy’s girl.
When your sex life is in the slumps, it sometimes feels like it’s easier to just let it go rather than try to fix it. After all, maybe you’re getting a little older. Maybe you still have babies in your bed. Maybe you’re out of shape. Maybe it’s just easier to throw in the towel.
Inspired by Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Monday.
Emily knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. Adam and Jason had been friends for years and this was nothing more than their annual fishing trip. But this year she couldn’t keep her thoughts from racing. Maybe it had to do with Jason’s recent divorce. Or maybe it was the way Adam teased her before he left about crushing on his friend. Regardless of the cause, her thoughts and emotions had been all over the place since the men left two days ago.
Last week, I was writing an article on blow jobs for a millennial women’s website. I think I know a thing or two about sucking cock (I wrote about it here and here), but, alas, I am dick-less and have never been on the receiving end of a blowjob. But I have a whole lot of Facebook friends who have been, so I decided to throw it out to the masses to see what they had to say.
In a few weeks, it will be five years since I sat down with a laptop on my thighs and started writing my first blog post. What a lifetime ago that was. It’s unbelievable to me, the things that have changed, the ways I’ve changed, my marriage, my career. All because of a little decision to start blogging.
Four years on this blog. Hundreds of posts. Thousands of comments.
And not once have I listed my kinks.
Which is no big deal really, but given how much I like to talk about sex and kinky things, I thought it odd. So to remedy the situation, here it is, a post all about my kinks.
I hate to admit it, but I’m afraid.
See, a few weeks back, Sir and I were having a random conversation about spanking, whipping, and caning, in which He said something along the lines of, “I’m so going to make you safe word.” (Daddy so does not say say the word “so”).
Hey y’all, and happy Friday!
God, have I mentioned lately how much I love Fridays. And boobs! I really love boobs.
If you haven’t been there already, head on over to Hy’s, the place where all the boobday magic happens.
So, as I’m attempting to build my online presence, I’ve been spending a lot of time on social media *read: procrastinating and not working*. And through this, I randomly have random conversations with random people.
Hello my dear and lovely readers,
And welcome to my contribution to this week’s Sinful Sunday.
If you follow me on social media, then you may have seen that a new sex toy came in the mail this week. A big, shiny anal hook.
What a fucking week this has been. I’m not even going to bitch about it.
Just know it sucked.
On multiple levels.
But there was good sex, and hanging with friends, so really, it wasn’t all that bad.