very much not safe for work but more personal and cuddly and fandomy than my straight up porn blog. 30 something. Female. Comfortable in my cis-ness but my sexuality is a mess and I'm too busy to work it out and break it down into tidy labels right now.
i made a grindr and in under 24 hours i got the most insane unsolicited nude to ever exist. hes fully nude on the beach and in his right hand is a black tipped reef shark i could not make this shit up if i tried
i fucking wish i had a way to prove this but a) passing around nudes is wrong even when its a 40 year old nudist shark freak and b) he unsent the messages bc my silence made him nervous ig. wish he was instead nervous about sharks around his panenis but im not his dad
btw another pic in the set he sent me was essentially the same photo but the shark was a fishing spear and his penis was erect this time. do you think he meant it as a metaphor thats kind of poignant symbolism
actually fuck do you guys think i ghosted Poseidon on grindr be honest its hurricane season and im on the gulf i mean did you SEE what that guy did to odysseus
wet dreams? yes that's a thing that happens when you go through puberty but it's not the same as jerking off intentionally
I imagine that there is a sexual piety element to the worship of commerce in Kerch. Sex within marriage is essentially a transaction which would be smiled on by Ghezen (which is a whole twisted thing)
but Kax probably saw sexuality in a way that disgusted him before he was old enough to be sexually interested. The pleasure houses, in canon, are a thing that he understands but shows no interest in.
Kaz came of age, in both a sexual and a mental sense, in the aftermath of Jordie's death. His first crush was part of the con that destroyed them. He's got some issues.
So he understands sex as just another tool.
At some point, Kaz being horny - like actually desiring touch and affection and release - will happen and he won't handle it well. It will be so far below his armour that the entire urge will unsettle him. I want. I want.... the fuck.... the fuck do I want?.... oh shit.
I have absolutely NO IDEA how to address this in fic.
What the fuck does this look like in a narrative sense?
23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.” (the actual dialogue isn’t going to show up in the ficlet but the spirit of it will be there)
Will stepped in a little too close and she felt his breath on her ear. She shivered and her lips quirked up into a smile before she remembered that they were standing in a busy room.
“I hate this meeting,” Will muttered in Welsh. Tessa couldn’t speak the language very well, her tongue stumbled over the syllables, but she understood him well enough after so many years of marriage.
“You called this meeting,” she whispered back.
“I am a stupid man,” he said.
She laughed.
“I want to be alone with you. Just you.”
Tessa raised her eyebrows at him and he cracked a smile at her in response. There was something in that look that her whole body felt.
Across the room, someone called out and ruined the moment.
“Herondale?”
Will stopped the annoyed sound before anyone but her would be able to hear it. He took a moment to sort out his expression before he turned around and the politician’s blankly polite smile was in place.
Tessa grabbed his hand before he could walk away from her.
“I’m going upstairs, I have a headache or whatever excuse you want to use, come find me when you can get away,” she said.
He met her gaze and she smiled and squeezed his fingers tightly. Then she turned and walked away from him.
It was a long time before he managed to clear up all the annoyances of the meeting and usher everyone out of the building. Tessa had picked out a book and was reading by the fire when he came into the room.
“Hi,” she said closing the book and crossing the room to him.
“I found you,” he said.
“Do you want a reward?” she asked.
He smiled at her. “I think I deserve one.”
“Do you?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” he said.
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. When he tilted his head to press his mouth to hers, she pulled away and ran her hands down his chest, pausing to unbutton his jacket and settle her fingers on his belt buckle. He kissed her forehead. She smiled and then knelt down in front of him. His attention stayed locked on her and she couldn’t help her smile as she opened his pants.
He touched her face as she rubbed him through his underwear for a moment before she looked away from his face. She pulled his cock out and pressed a kiss to it. He wasn’t hard yet and she took a moment to just play with him in her hand before she opened her mouth and sucked on him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Tessa paused to look up at him but didn’t pull back to say anything. She closed her eyes and let all her attention settle on the feeling of him getting harder in her mouth. His fingers slid through her hair, knocking it loose as he controlled the speed just a little bit. Neither of them were in any rush.
He smoothed her hair back and they went slow until Will moaned a little. She sucked a little harder and wrapped her hand around the base to squeeze a little and urge him on. He was breathing a little heavier as she brought him closer to the edge.
She stroked him through it as he came and he pulled her to her feet a moment later and kissed her.
I am lying in bed on a Saturday morning scrolling through porn blogs and found the perfect visual for all those “Will refuses to get dressed and just sits around naked” scenes in TM
One of the most healing things I’ve strove (striven?) to do in my life is viewing sex as just another thing people do, among a host of other things like eating and pooping and playing with cats.
Our entire society, feminists and puritans alike, pushes the idea that sex is uniquely powerful and dangerous, capable of inflicting The Worst Trauma or the Highest Fulfillment, and that’s…just flat out untrue. Other experiences can cause similar trauma: violence, disasters, war, instability. Other experiences can result in transcendent pleasure: trance states, live music, non-sexual intimacy, tattoos.
I think this is where the disconnect in perception about sex positivity comes from, because the phrase itself makes people who already view sex as being uniquely powerful think sex positivity means viewing sex as uniquely good, when actually…it’s mostly about taking sex off that pedestal. Normalizing sex. Making it into just another thing people do. Because that’s the first step in making sure people can engage with sex on their own terms in a healthy way.
Taking sex off its cultural pedestal was the thing that allowed me to overcome the deeply-instilled shame I developed from being raised within Christian purity culture, and from being queer, and from existing as a woman. I think a failure to do that, in feminist circles, often leads to an overblowing of the (very real) harm that sex has the potential to do at the exclusion of other problems facing women and other marginalized groups, which often leads to more shaming rhetoric - just rhetoric that shames different people for different reasons.
Sex is not the enemy and it’s not our savior. It’s just one more thing people can do with their bodies.
#men undressing women: [drakeNO.jpg]#men assisting in dressing women: [drakeYES.jpg]#he’s really concentrating in getting those laces sitting right#what a good boy#anna karenina: vronsky’s story#gif harrietvane
