I’ve found a new secret to my G-spot
Or rather….my husband has. For the first decade of our sex life his penis alone managed to hit my g-spot over and over during sex to varying degrees of bliss. In more recent years...
Tagged: real live sex
Getting Creative
This weekend had a lot of creativity in it in many different forms. First on Saturday night after a lovely long bath taken together, husband accomplished something that was previously so rare that I...
Sex as a Panacea*
So with my new, bionic arm I apparently took my pain-free status for granted, and over-used it. “Hey! I can pick up 2 containers of milk with one hand!” sort of over-use. Starting yesterday...
Ratty Old Shirt
I have this hot pink T-shirt that I used to love, but it’s now an “at-home” only shirt. No longer can it be worn with my most comfortable summer skirt; no, a few someones...
A Prelude to Fisting, or, My Best Friend the G-Spot
I think that my G-spot has been trying to pick up the slack from my clit. Meaning, despite having a clit o’steel, my G-spot is mightily responsive now that I know her exact address....
Alter Egos, Super Heros and Secret Identities
In my post earlier this week I spoke of how one’s impression of sexbloggers can differ greatly from the reality. Many of us that participate in HNT post weekly provocative half-nekkid photos. We’re dressed...
