Even when everyone had started making jokes about OnlyFans, I only had a vague idea of what it was.
I gathered that women were on there selling nudes and porn, but I didn’t know what else it was.
I was intrigued. I wanted to see what all the hype was about. But every OnlyFans account felt like a walled garden. It promised endless titallation but it was all locked behind a subscription model.
I wanted to see more of these gorgeous, adorable girls who posted lewd shots on Twitter to promote their accounts. …
A year ago, I had acquired almost every kind of sex toy. Except a dildo.
I don’t think of masturbation as a substitute for sex. It’s why I do it even when I’m not really in the mood to jump my husband. It’s why I miss jilling off if I haven’t done it for a while, no matter how much sex I’ve been having.
It’s also the reason I’ve never felt the need to masturbate the same way I fuck.
Fucking my husband involves a lot of foreplay. It involves some bondage, a few sex toys, and plenty of dirty talk. …
Bisexuality isn’t linear, and that makes a lot of us doubt ourselves.
It took me way too long to realize I was bisexual. It took even longer before I accepted it. And I’ve just recently started to fully embrace it.
My feelings about girls were all clouded over by the social conditioning I had taken in.
Everyone around me assumed I was straight. Or at least, that my serious romantic life would only involve boys.
And I took that message seriously. …
It took me a long time to realize that it’s the little things that make sex really hot.
I was always worried that I wouldn’t be good at sex. That girls like me just didn’t have what it takes.
I imagined that all the hot and experienced women out there were using special techniques or had some amazing skills that were designed to blow a guy’s mind.
I didn’t have a clue what those were. I just knew I didn’t have them.
The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized it wasn’t skill and technique that really did it for me. …
A lot of guys really want to know how to turn a woman on.
That’s extremely important information. Knowing how to be seductive, having the right moves, and doing all the things that fan her arousal will help you get laid more often and leave your partner wanting a repeat performance.
But there’s one thing that matters even more, and that’s making sure you don’t do anything that turns her off.
Even if you don’t do anything specifically to turn a girl on, you might still get somewhere with her. She might be thinking about you when you’re not around. She might be worked up and horny after burning through half a dozen erotic novellas. …
Apologizing comes naturally to my husband and me. What we struggle with is apologizing well.
We’ll say sorry at the drop of a hat. We’ll express regret after screwing up, after fights, and whenever it feels warranted.
But it usually comes out wrong.
We both grew up in households where most of the apologies were inauthentic.
My parents never apologized to me for anything.
They either gave complete silence or excuses.
At times, they would screw up and try to quietly move past the mistake as if nothing had happened.
That was usually the best case scenario, because the alternative was finding a way to blame someone else for what they did. …
I didn’t find out I was a middle until I was in my mid-30s. And then I felt like I had to figure everything out on my own.
My first hunch was that I was drawn to so many elements of the Daddy Dom, little girl kink.
I love the dynamic created in DDlg relationships. And I adore the aesthetic that goes with it — everything cutesy, playful, and bubbly.
And of course, I’m really into the daddy doms. The way they can be dominant, nurturing, and giving all at once makes me weak in the knees.
But I could never fully identify with the littles I found online. The more I read up on their lifestyles and saw what being a little means in practice, the less it felt like my kink. …
Last year, my husband and I started a new, very adult holiday tradition.
We enjoy all of our usual Christmas celebrations. We decorate the house with splashes of red, stuff presents under the tree, bake an unreasonable amount of treats, and let the kids stay up late.
But something was always missing from those long, wintery days. We weren’t giving ourselves the opportunity to get frisky and intimate.
So, we decided to start celebrating Sexmas.
The idea was simple. …
I was really into anal sex even though I never actually had any of it.
It was a recurring feature of my sexual fantasies.
There was something about it that just turned me on so much. I couldn’t explain why. I just knew that it was very naughty, just a little taboo, and incredibly appealing.
Anal porn was the most reliable way I could get off. If I was jilling off and having trouble reaching orgasm, all I had to do was search for something like “babysitter anal” and I’d get lots of videos that got me there perfectly.
When I had sex with my husband, I secretly fantasized about his cock pounding my ass instead of my pussy. Just the thought of it helped me come even harder. …
Dan was tall, athletically built, and handsome on top of all that. But I would quickly find out that none of that mattered.
I got to know Dan after a mutual friend gave him my email address.
We would chat over MSN Messenger with our webcams turned on so we could see each other.
Neither of our bulky desktop computers had microphones, so we just smiled, smirked, and gave each other exaggerated looks while typing out our conversations.
One day, he asked if he could pick me up and take me on a drive.
I hesitated. I didn’t really know this guy, but I trusted the friend who had vouched for him. I was strongly leaning toward a yes. …