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i think it's important for most people's mental health to have a space where they can safely and unashamedly express being horny and i don't mean milquetoast tongue-in-cheek "oh step on me mommy" jokes or whatever i mean capital h Horny

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someone who forces me to go out in public with toys in, shibari under my clothes, or even without any underwear 😵‍💫 just because im your pretty little doll, and you can do whatever you want to me 😵‍💫

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how i am trying to beeeeeee

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cuddlefucking when the line between cuddling and fucking is so blurred you're not sure which one you are doing. slow and sensual gripping of each other's bodies. gentle thrusting. grinding into one another. pausing to hug and kiss and touch. this is what i need

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Mystic shibari tengu

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The Dreams of the Shibari Wife

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CosmicBloom　宇宙に咲く

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notice to all subs. Beg more, its not good to just keysmash. You need to beg. With your actual words. Your keysmashing doesn't help a dom, nor does it tell them anything except that you're flustered. Just beg more, beg and drool. Make yourself look unbearably horny. Even as your eyes water up from embarrassment. You aren't just a toy, you're a toy that can beg to be used and that's so much better.

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"Bienestar" riso print by @paulburckel

Check it out on our shop !

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Live to Ride, Shelby Cohen (1984).

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soft soft soft soft

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A decade ago, I was wandering kink camp rather aimlessly. Bored.

The Sex-o-Rama is a tent on top of a hill, next to an old barn, with various sex furniture and futons under it. In the evenings it is quite busy, but on this sunny, breezy, afternoon, there is only one group on two futons that have been dragged together.

I've been around kink and sex spaces long enough to know that if the people involved wanted privacy, they would be hooking up in their own tent.

So I approached, hiding partially behind one of the tent poles watching for several minutes as several people got it on. It's not like I had anything else to do and this was definitely the most exciting thing going on.

One of the participants, a young, thin white man, noticed me watching, and actually asks if I would like to join in.

At the time, I balked. It is one thing to watch people having an orgy. That's an acceptable thing to do, especially if you are not creepy about it.

It is quite another to actually participate, even if the Shortbus adage of "voyeurism is participation" is remotely true. Voyeurism means not having to take off my own clothes. Or revealing that I actually have no idea what I'm doing.

It's OK for the voyeur at a sex party to be unpartnered; a lack of interest on the part of the other, participating, people is not a statement about the attractiveness of the voyeur.

As a voyeur you can walk away at any time; as a participant, that's much harder to make happen.

And so, after shaking my head no to his offer, I wandered off to something else.

A part of me, now, wishes I had taken them up on the offer. At the very least it would have been another of the wild stories from camp.

But I wasn't in a great head space. That was my absolute worst camp, where I made some poor decisions, and I also ended up isolated, in a house full of mold, before I had rescue migrane meds. My partner was off fucking someone he'd courted for many months via text message.

I had always relied on luck, on serendipity at camp. I've found that I can never organize things very well. So this should have been a perfect opportunity. But I had too many insecurities tying me up. And I couldn't believe the sincerity of that random guy. Why would these random people desire me? Touch me? Make me come?

Me, a fat person? A person with weird feelings about people touching their breasts?

And also, a a person maybe just a bit demi, how could I hook up with people I didn't even know?

Maybe that's my natural limit.

A couple of years later, I stepped into another space, at another kink camp, where I'd been an enthusiastic participant in the cuddle party the night before. I knew the other people involved, albeit not well. But I had a fantastic time.

There's a part of me that wishes I had joined those people in the Sex-o-Rama that afternoon a decade ago. It's a hot fantasy.

I have no idea if it would have been a fun time or not. Probably not, as I'm sure my own insecurities would have stopped me from fully connecting with the other people. Or maybe they would have been so friendly that I would have felt completely comfortable and had a fun time. Or maybe it would have just been OK.

I don't know.

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Uterusless and slightly drugged up ❤️

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This but with bondage

the problem with this much experience in bdsm is sometimes I see porn and can't get off because the top hit the bottom's ribs for the third time in a row

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Adventures in body healing

(slightly tmi for the regular blog)

I broke my arm nearly 3 years ago and it's never been right since. It still doesn't go completely straight so I can't lock my arm for maximum strength. I'd been babying it since then, always worried that it would give out on me.

A little more than a year ago, I couldn't really do strap-on missionary sex; I couldn't hold my weight up with my arms for that long. It was frustrating. Work-arounds were found and a good time was had by all.

This weekend, for laziness reasons or just general mood, I tried again. And damn, I could hold myself up for much longer on my arms, including my bad one.

So yay for living in a city and carrying things building up muscles in my arms and maybe yay for some healing?

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do you like my hands? then why aren't you kissing my hands and tracing my veins with your tongue?