So you want to be choked (or tied up, or spanked…)?

Sometimes I am a source for important stories. Here is one that appeared recently in an article on Hello Giggles…

Alcohol lubricated the rough edges of social interactions; I never needed it to enjoy sex but I did need it to handle large groups of people. This is why, seven years off of all substances, I faced the prospect of attending my first orgy with near panic and a lot of questions…

Sticking things up your butt can be so much fun — maybe even the most fun — it’s just a matter of finding out what works for you. Our bodies may all be different but we each have the potential for great physical satisfaction…

The next day my tattooist arrived and I gave him the template for the work I wanted him to do just above your cunt. It read; “My name is Ellie and I am the property of My Master, Jan Debrukke, whom I will honor and obey until the day I die.”

Her fingers brushed against my crotch. I then told her I wanted her to press her shoe, her black stilettos, against my cock. She placed her foot on my lap. I took her high heel in my hand...

This story is also the subject of the SEX COMMUNICATION podcast, Episode 35 but told a bit differently… check them both out for the full picture.

Yes, these things are really on my checklist. Do you check the boxes?

I lost my virginity to a prostitute. I heard a statistic about this sort of thing once, and it seemed like a large percentage, but I’m not just a statistic. There’s a story behind the experience. I believe this experience of losing my virginity to a hooker is indicative, pun intended, of something bigger. ..

6 tips for getting you or your partner off when you’re feeling lazy AF and would really just prefer to lay there…

I write a lot about sex. I think a lot about sex. I spend a lot of time doing things related to sex. And yet I am not a very good slut. To be clear, when I use the word “slut,” I mean the literal definition involving promiscuity and many partners while divorcing it from the disparaging/offensive connotation…

To reflect on powerful moments of spiritual connection, of faith… the sensations are not dissimilar to that of an intense orgasm. The feeling of being so utterly lost in the moment…

An effective argument can be made that any questioning of self is an indication of growth and capacity for change. Sure sure that’s all well and good but what about the blindspots?

As of this moment (1/31/19), one full-length episode has been edited, produced and published; a second “QUICKIE” episode featuring sex audio will hit tomorrow evening…

I’ve always considered myself to be pretty normal when it comes to sex; open-minded and adventurous for sure, but in a very normal way. It’s only been in the last few weeks that I’ve considered the possibility that I may be more subversive than I thought…

Welcome to the first installment of: JOURNEY OF A SEX PODCAST…

“Non-consensual condom removal, or ‘stealthing’, is the practice of one sex partner covertly removing a condom, when consent has only been given by the other sex partner for condom-protected safer sex.”

We will be having sex for the purpose of creating an audio recording for the greater purpose of changing the world. I mean, there are a few other steps in between the recording and the changing of the world, but really that’s the gist…

He left a location with me and refused to go to his own home, deciding instead to ride with me and insert himself into my evening, all despite my telling him no…

Such seemingly perfect bedfellows, sex and travel, yet my attempts at combining the two have generally and utterly failed…

Having sex with a new partner is a risky game. As a straight woman, my two major concerns are: how big is his dick, and am I going to get out of this alive…

My rapist is number 33 on my list of sexual partners and differentiated with a ~ before his entry. He is listed as 'Handsy', which is what I dubbed him upon our introduction; the foreshadowing of that nickname still makes me sick…

A couple of days ago someone shared a Tinder horror story with me, about a girl who wanted to fuck him with a strap-on...

… I've always assumed that because I've never experienced a geyser or stream of fluid, then I was not an ejaculator. But maybe I've been wrong? 

The first thing about NYC is this new word I’ve been learning called “boundaries”. As far as I can tell it means “no”. Everybody is big on fucking boundaries here. I’ll literally say hi to a girl and it’s not uncommon for her to say “I’m not interested in you please don’t talk to me”…

But then there's that gray area of fuck buddies — a gray area because even though my gut has labeled them lacking in the relationship material department, they do serve a purpose and allow me to enjoy the benefits of a real life physical man without having to get emotionally entangled...

Earlier this year I posted a very wholesome and feel-good piece about the Girl Scouts — here's what I didn't include in that "love letter"... 

The last time I had period sex, it was pretty much just like the sex I had the week before...

I choose to think of "V-Day" as "Vagina Day" and in this spirit I call upon you join me in picking up your vibrators and bringing some joy to your own goddamn pussy.