It's a day to spill language everywhere and revel in the words that we love. As a special treat, I've recorded the poems that have been featured here in the weekly Erotic Eloquence postings.
The past few weeks have been rough. There's a short reflection (CW: mentions of sexual assault) After that, it's back to your regularly scheduled program of fic-recs to spice up your Masturbation Monday.
I wanted to bring something beautiful into the world. I've been pondering the ways we bare ourselves when we strip down to our skin. The way that one body sings to the other. It is my hope that you all find that freedom for yourselves.
It’s Masturbation Monday, which means fiction recommendations to soothe the beleaguered soul and spice up your imagination.
There is a new language of reclamation being born. Those of us who are survivors are claiming our bodies, our minds, and our histories through sharing our experiences. These two pieces speak to my experiences and to the reclamation of power.
I love dark, contemplative days and I’m guaranteed more of those now that the year is turning on her heel toward autumn. Here are three fic-recs to indulge your most delicious contemplations.
Sundays are for lazy naps, canoodling, and poetry. Enjoy this poem, it has a pinch of erotica to spice up your Sunday canoodle.
#MasturbationMonday Musing: Fic Recs to Make Dull Day Sexier
I think of orgasms like the Swiss army knife of physical experiences. But it occurred to me we confer truckloads of value and self-worth on these brief moments of bliss.
If you’ve ever typed: “How do I Dom myself” or “Rope Bondage for One” this musing is for you!