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.
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.
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.
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.
Is the happily married couple a rarity?
My father and his wife, married for 15 years, hate each other. Oh, they try to play nice when others are around, but deep down, they can’t stand one another.
Relationship priority. It’s a concept that many of us may never have heard of, but it’s been on my mind for awhile now.
It’s something I’d never heard of until a few years back, when I went out with Paige. If you read back then, you remember it didn’t go quite as expected.
I think porn gets a bad rep.
I happen to like porn. A lot. And apparently so does most of America. And yet we judge porn watching people all the time. And nobody admits to it, but come the fuck on folks, it’s estimated that 40 million Americans watch porn regularly.
For years, I hated 69ing. Too young and too insecure about my body, I was uncomfortable being exposed and having my most private parts on display.
And then I met M.
The visual creature that he is, 69ing was (and still is) one of his favorite ways to pass the time. Oh, I’d comply, straddle myself across over his mouth, but I was always uncomfortable, still too shy to be able to relax with my pussy and ass only inches from his face.
Lets face it, sex rocks. I imagine you feel the same too, or you probably wouldn’t be here reading this.
But lately I’ve been thinking, us girls in our thirties, we’re a bunch of fun. We’re finally over our adolescent expectation of fairy tales and knights in shining armor. We fully understand that you can’t read our mind and know that you don’t expect us to be perfect. We’re well enough into our careers and our life that we know how to take care of ourselves and can stand on our own two feet.
I’ve talked before of prostate play, and I still try to encourage M to let me play that way. We haven’t made must progress, but every once in awhile he’ll at least think about a suggestion…