Category: January Jumpstart 2020

  Sheesh. What a month.

She’s making sweet angel-baby sounds, crooning and mewling as I writhe over her face. Her mascara is smudging on my thighs and that alone is almost enough to make me come. Somewhere in this pleasure haze I can feel the …

I have decided to be a bit more planful this year with February Photofest, and take some images in advance. Last year I did many days but not all of them and it was a legitimate challenge, but one that …

I love clothespins. They are, hands down, my favourite pervertable (a common household object, re-purposed for sex or kink). They are cheap, easy to use, not overly intense but still biting enough that they do the trick, and they don’t …

I want to fuck you together. It’s been on my mind for what feels like forever, since before we were what we are now, when we were too polite to say what we were feeling. I imagine us together, all …

I’m in a forest of thin trees, young trees, poplars. I can smell the green sap smell; sweet and fresh, I can smell the forest floor decomposing, it smells soft and brown; the air is still and cool. I’m not …

When your heart is full of fear and your mouth is full of blood, there’s nowhere to go but down, down, down. This is not art imitating life, it’s just art. No Violets were harmed in the making of this …

Inspired by this piece by Cara Thereon, I’m keeping this post punchy and brief. How many words does it take to convey absolute desire? Eighty, apparently. It’s the moonlight on your shoulder that does me in, or maybe it’s the …

{Content Warning: mental health, trauma recovery, sexual anxiety} I really struggle to be present. I’m always in my head, scrolling through my imagination, or wandering away on a new idea. Sometimes I miss out on the things right in front …

I’m linking this post to Molly’s Pussy Pride Project, that has been open since 2011 and has more than 85 links added! {Content Warning: references to sexual trauma} I recently had my IUD replaced in mid December. As medical appointments …

“Please, I need to feel it on my skin …” This is a common phrase, uttered by me right before he comes. My begging is often muffled because his hand is on the back of my head, holding my face …