It seems my sex toys can’t keep up with me — This is the story of three bullet vibrators who did their best to bring pleasure to the world. However, they were no match for the greedy woman who wanted to spend her days in sexual bliss. Indeed, it seemed as if that woman’s appetites had no limit. I know because…

I’m just an excuse — At the time of writing this piece, I have published 760 stories on Medium. They are a bizarre mix of poetry, essays, short stories, wellness advice, and some posts that will forever remain unclassified. And yet, when I learned I was to write an “About Me” kind of story for…

The gifts laughter has brought me — My laughter tends to get me into trouble. Oh, don’t worry! I’m adorable when I guffaw; it’s a mix of joy and musicality. Add to that, if you tell me a really good joke, I might throw in a bit of snorting at the end. It’s so cute. However, on…

There are nine movies in my Top 5 — It has taken me a long time to write this post. * The author checks her notes and realizes it has actually been almost seven months. Ashamed, she decides to keep this fact a secret she will take to her grave. Oh, wait a minute…* It all started several months…

Film distributors seem to have very little faith in their audiences — Ah, the art of translation! Basically, you grab an idea and make sure the people on the other side of a different language will get it. Occasionally, you can do a literal translation. …

My queer movie crush, then and now — Oh, my sweet Gillian. Where do I even begin? I must confess that, even though the first time I ever heard of her was during her X-Files days, I wasn’t a fan of the show. …

You do not need to get a vajacial — I was in the middle of a writing session, which meant I was doing frequent incursions into Twitter. That’s always a bad idea. However, on this particular occasion, I was really going to regret it. There, between tweets about the writing community, the way RRR is trending worldwide, and the…

Erotic poetry — It all begins with your fingers. You trace the shape of my body and tell me how soft I am; I believe you, but it’s not because of the words. It’s the way you look at me. You kiss me and my body moves toward yours; I want to be close to…