Distraction...

I’ve been disconnected with writing lately, but it makes sense with the holidays, and the lockdown, and the political fiascos. So I’m taking a break from mousewife life and writing whatever comes to mind for a moment....

First of all, after looking at the quick pics I snapped (in my birthday-babe-pleasing lingerie) I realized this was a much better photo, so here. 😼

Max and I have had a fucking sex-fuelled level-up. We had some friction and arguments over the holidays, which we navigated with so much compassion for each other. And naturally that deepening of intimacy and knowing each other translated to some new heights in the bedroom. Amen.

She’s been flirting with fisting me for months now. It’s dizzying when the threat of the thing is just as hot as the thing itself. We get close, and close is intense and satisfying and makes me lose my mind. Close is more than good enough. But she had a few drinks Saturday night and we’d been fucking for hours and suddenly she wanted it like she hadn’t before. And It melts my brain thinking about it.

We woke up the next morning and she smiled and said “I have some questions about fisting.” I blushed and she made me tea and started inquiring. Her only other fisting experience was the one night stand where the woman kept putting her hand into duck position all night and making eyes at her and she was clueless until they were back at her hotel room and she put that hand to good use. 🦆

It was abrupt and she didn’t fully understand the appeal at the time. But when she holds me close and fucks me with her fingers she quickly starts to see why it’s the obvious escalation of our favourite things in bed. We talked about how it went the night before and how to make it better next time. And then, my fucking god, we did make it better next time. It’s too much in all of the best ways.

This reminds me I keep saying I’m going to write a collection of poems about fisting. It’s so spiritual and misunderstood. Maybe that’s the project I should start 2021 with?

*(She says while stopping to post smut on Patreon in the middle of cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry and keeping virtual school running for several children and trying to pack away the Christmas tree in the midst of a pandemic under a pile of good ideas for projects...)