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In general, I’m a pretty non-violent person. But being the deliciously kinky fuck he is, my boyfriend Bubby recently has started asking for me to be rougher during sex. By the end of our session last night, he was satisfied, bruised, bitten, sore and covered in cooled candle wax – and I was smiling a Cheshire grin. Turns out, this gentle giant has a sadistic side.
For the past five months, I’ve been seeing a guy who rocks my world. The sex is great, he’s adorable as fuck and we get along famously – most of the time. Even though budding love blinds me sometimes, I know damn well he isn’t “the one.” But that doesn’t say anything at all about our relationship, really.
It might seem like seppuku to go get froyo with my boy and a guy I’ve been fucking for nearly a decade. Unsurprisingly to people who know me well, that’s exactly what I did today. I’m not sure where the idea to have these two meet came from, but I really wanted it to happen (well, either that or a cuddle-heavy threesome).
I’ve always hated the obsession our culture has with looseness, but recently my general disdain became full-on outrage. When I actually experienced it, I realized looseness was actually pretty freaking great.
In the short time we’ve been together, my boy has come a long way in terms of accepting my non-monogamous nature. I can’t be more thankful to him for letting me be me. Unfortunately, despite my free pass, I can’t seem to escape the feeling that I’m a wretched human being for enjoying myself.
While I could slink away and live with a clear-ish conscious because #notallmen are like that, I won’t. Because, as long as #toomanymen are like that, I have to shout and throw punches, no matter how futile it seems.
My recent crash course in anal topping has been eventful, enjoyable and enlightening. It’s only been a few weeks since I got my dick working, so it’s not like I’m suddenly a wise, butt-banging power top, but from the very beginning there were two things instantly evident: Topping is really fucking difficult and tops don’t get nearly enough credit.
For me, it’s evergreen advice to add more foreplay to lackluster sex. Unfortunately, like a lot of sexperts, I don’t always take my own advice. So when I was having problems staying in the moment with my new boy toy, foreplay didn’t immediately come to mind – but it definitely should have.
The past couple weeks have been eventful for me. While I was apprehensive to take a step back from LTASEX (I’m writing this only nine days into my “vacation”), it’s allowed me to live life and have some awesome new experiences.
As a 26-year-old who has never had a significant other, diving head first into a lake of new-relationship energy has been one of the most exciting.
As a twenty something woman living in the city, I’ve had my fair share of shitty dates and bad sex. If it’s not the rude messages on OkCupid, it’s the lagging conversation during the date or the subpar sex afterwards that leaves you wanting something with a lot more substance. Being the sensible queer girl I am, I decided to change my straight, cis routine and offer up this good pussy to my queer brethren.
While I hadn’t dated one before, queer men now hold a special place in my heart...and vagina. Unfortunately, most people look at queer men like lepers. I have seen the queer light and I want you know why queer are fucking awesome!
