• Words

    No touching

    I don’t touch myself. My own hand between my own legs doesn’t feel sexy, it feels invasive. If I pinch my own nipples I am bemused by the dissociation present between the parts of my body and my mind. If I cup my own breasts I am just shocked by the weight of them rather than enraptured by their curves. I do not touch myself. Which was the cart and which the horse? I don’t remember masturbating as a child, so much so that I didn’t really know it was a thing a girl or a woman would or could do. My thrill was in the sensation that could be…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – other people

    I have a Doxy and I live in a shared house. The 2 things are linked in that the Doxy,whilst propelling me towards an orgasm in under 3 minutes, does it with the relentlessness of a ruthlessly skilled lover who makes a noise like a small aircraft taking off and I do not want my housemates to be made aware of our affair. This evening, after work as the sun prepared to leave the sky for another night I had the house to myself and I took my lover out of his drawer and he used me over and over again for his own pleasure, as I gasped out mine…….…