Bacchus from erosblog.com was talking about anal first-time and it got me to thinking about my own sort-of first time, only time, really. This entry could be subtitled “Why you should not have hot completely drunk monkey sex with a bad back”. About that bad back. Most of the time it’s OK. But I’m careful. I know… Continue reading How To Have Anal Sex For The First Time
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?
Several years ago, there was a big hubbub here in Ontario about women’s right to go topless in public. Big debates raged. Lots of press coverage. I believe that the law was eventually passed to make it legal to do so. Not that you’d notice; I’ve yet to see a topless woman go walking about.… Continue reading Being topless in public
Carol Queen shares some thoughts about being sex positive in this month’s issue of Good Vibes magazine. She says – if I may quote her: If sex-positivity is Utopian–and in a way, it is–we have to be willing to envision the world we want, wherever we are, and start figuring out how to create it: who our… Continue reading How to become sex positive
have to say yet again how much I love the recently-launched Good Vibes magazine. Really, of all the online sex e-zines, this is my favourite, bar none. It’s intelligent without being too in love with its own literary qualities (the way I sometimes feel about Nerve) but fun, and covers many of the same topics, with the… Continue reading Why BBW are great women
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
I warned her. That’s all I can say. Months ago, Bast (at my never-ending encouragement – ok, some might call it harassing) picked up the very same little silver bullet that rocked my world. And when my little bullet bit the dust (overuse, you say? Bah! no such thing) I warned her the same thing would happen… Continue reading Victim of the vaginal wars