If I ever wondered before if I could be a Dom (as most of my experiences up until now have been submissive) the past two weeks would have cured me of such silly thoughts. For two weeks now, I’ve been Mom to a four-month puppy who is adorable but headstrong. I’ve come to learn that… Continue reading How can a woman become a Dom?
When I was a wee thing in my adolescent sexual prime, a favourite bed-time activity for my boyfriend and I was to jerk each other off. Flipping through the dozens of sex manuals I’ve accumulated over the years, I noticed that most go on at length about the benefits of getting in touch with yourself,… Continue reading How to give a good handjob
If sex was a colour, what colour would it be? There have been times in my life when it was white. White for love, white for purity, that wonderful music-swelling-in-the-background, proper camera lighting, young-lovers-well-met, joyous, this-is-the-love-of-my-life kind of sex. Just like in the movies. Don’t let anyone tell you it doesn’t happen. It can. I… Continue reading The colors of your sex life
For days now, I’ve been thinking about the concept of denial. Sometimes we deny ourselves things, deliberately or by chance. Sometimes other people deny us things, deliberately or by chance. And sometimes it’s chance itself that denies us. It’s been a big denial week for me.1. I’ve been (deliberately) denying myself my bullets, masturbating only… Continue reading Why orgasm denial can be good
I remember with misty fondness the year I discovered the web, more than five years ago. I gorged myself on the offerings of the meagre web, spending hundreds of hours online, determined to see each and every web site there was to see. Yahoo (still housed on Standford’s servers) was a staple of my life.Over… Continue reading I’m in love
Contraception. Maybe it’s because it’s such an awful, long, ugly word. Or maybe it’s because it can bring the whole gamut of human reality into play – life, death, sickness, health. Whatever the reason, people hate to think about contraception. They hate to deal with it. They hate discussing it. And all this hate and… Continue reading Bareback is best
Most of the people who know me in life assume that if I were to get “into” (their emphasis, not mine) BDSM that I would be a dominant. It’s a reasonable enough thesis – I tend to be fairly (ahem) assertive in my day-to-day life. I’ve been at least an equal if not the stronger… Continue reading Where are the submissive women?