anonymous0slut

The adventures of a real life slut in a conservative world

Be mean… Be nice


Come on by, push me to my knees and show me how you like it. Fuck my face until my throat is raw and I am gagging on your rock hard dick. I want rug burn on my knees and hand prints on my ass. Make me want you so badly I can’t help but to beg, so caught up in my ecstasy that my inhibitions are forgotten.

Or, hold me close. Let me feel your breath warming my ear. I’ll snuggle up close so i can feel you harden against my soft skin. Let me explore you with my tongue. Glide in slowly as I get more and more wet. Tell me how much you want me as I get closer and closer to climax. Take me slowly until I lose myself in your embrace.

Confused?

People are multidimensional. We have different desires according to our moods and, as we all know, those can change in a heartbeat. The good news is that, as far as sex goes, there is nothing wrong with that. When I started being open about my sexuality I was bombarded with questions. Through answering them I found that I had built myself a persona. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the complete truth either. I cannot be labeled, my preferences don’t fit in to neat little check boxes and (say it with me) that’s okay!

I find that this pressure to be your kinks adds yet another level of stress when it comes to sexuality. You need to be honest about what turns you on. You need to be comfortable vocalizing your needs, even when it makes you nervous. Your partner is not a mind reader – he or she cannot please you if they don’t know what that entails. At the same time, you are not your kinks. There are very few people who are always in kink mode because, honestly, it would be exhausting. Even the biggest submissive who loves to be objectified and spanked wants a day where her partner pampers her and tells her all the wonderful qualities she has. We are people first. Our relationships are supposed to be deeper than just sexual gratification.

It can be extremely difficult to “come out” to our partners about what turns our cranks. There is still so much considered taboo in our society and the less common our desires, the harder it feels. I don’t have a lot of advice on the subject. At some point you just need to bite the bullet and hope that you have picked a partner that is open minded and who values you enough to at least try. I still get nervous when I have to tell a prospective partner how perverted I can be. There are things that I will not disclose before a certain level of trust is obtained. The good news is that anytime I have achieved that level of trust and actually told a partner about my kinks they have been quite receptive. Often they are almost too eager to help me get my rocks off. I’ve had guys turn in to super mega doms 24/7 and, as much fun as it sounds, it just isn’t possible. I love to be put in my place and a good spanking goes a long way but daily? It becomes routine, the exact thing I try to avoid. And don’t forget that long-term, serious relationships cannot only be based on sex. At some point those whips and chains need to go away and you need to be able to discuss things as equals or get in to arguments or any number of other normal, vanilla things that shape our daily lives.

If your significant other feels comfortable enough in telling you his or her fantasies I hope you feel thankful. It shows a high level of trust and intimacy – it truly is an honor. Don’t be afraid to be honest in return though. It’s normal if you aren’t 100% comfortable at first, especially if it is a new concept. Like any other part of a relationship, sometimes it is best to start slowly… the important thing is just to start – with an open mind.

So go out there and explore! Break out the whips and chains, the pompoms and plaid skirts, the whip cream and strawberries. You might discover you have kinks you didn’t even know existed!

Speaking of which – I would love to know if there is any fetishes you find are not really discussed that you would like me to tackle? Or perhaps you would benefit from a list of fetishes and what they are? Let me know and I will see what I can do!

As always, tell me yours and I might just tell you mine

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Women’s day


It’s women’s day! Or it was when I wrote this… To celebrate I’d like to take this opportunity to discuss a fun little fetish, one that might not seem to jive with such a feminist holiday. Let me remind you though that feminism is about giving women a choice in how we live our lives. It is not about forcing ideas on anyone else or forcing us in to roles that we do not want to take. Regardless of anyone’s good intentions, feminism is about taking control of our lives and living them how we want to.

I have a 1950s housewife fetish. Gasp! I know, I know. Here I am preaching about the importance of being an empowered, independent woman in the modern age and the idea of that era makes my panties wet. I love taking care of men. I love being able to fall in to that predetermined gender role. Don’t try to push it on me, never forget that I am your equal but can we play a bit? Please?

When you come home from work wouldn’t it be nice to find a clean house and a hot meal on the table? I’ll be waiting for you in a sexy outfit and high heels with a cold beer and a warm smile. You can tell me about your day while I hang on your every word. I’ll give you bonus points if you let me kneel at your feet with my head in your lap while you do it.

When we retire for the night you take the lead, undress me and throw me on to the bed. We can skip the foreplay tonight sweetheart, just take me. Your hardness eases me open as you use me for your pleasure. Push it in, deep and hard, faster and faster as you use me for your pleasure. You know how I like it, don’t hold back, don’t you dare stop. Make me scream. Pound the headboard in to the wall. Who cares about the neighbors? Let them complain, I love their jealousy. Thrust in and out until we collapse, spent, exhausted by ecstasy. I’ll make a snack while you turn on the TV and catch up on the news.

I just want to be used, I want to make you cum over and over again. I’ll manage the house if you take out the trash. Keep me happy. Be the man and I’ll treat you like a king. Is that so wrong? It feels pretty right to me.

I’m so happy that women can do anything that men can. We can work, we can vote, we can go to war. But, to me, nothing feels as safe a being wrapped in your arms after a good fuck. You pamper me, won’t you let me please you?

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Pretty in pink


My favourite colour is actually purple but there is something about pink that makes me feel feminine. When I put on pink I feel connected to my body and I can’t help but to act sexy.
Do you have a colour that makes you feel naughty?

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Work hard play hard


I don’t know when it happened but, somewhere along the way, I turned in to one of ” those people”.
You know the ones. They work out all the time and they feel the burning desire to tell you all about it — usually when you’re eating a cupcake.
I’m sorry! I try not to talk about it all the time but, with the exception of stuff that’s even more boring (and sex) I don’t do too much.

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Sex makes babies


I have some really amazing news – sex makes babies. No really, it’s true! Which means that people with children have had sex at some point…and I’m willing to bet they liked it which means *gasp* parents have sex.

Can you tell me about the night you were conceived? Did your mom put on sexy lingerie? Did your dad insist on oral sex? I honest to god pray that you don’t know. As far as I’m concerned, my mother had boring, vanilla sex in missionary one time in her entire life and, nine months later, I was born. Truth be told, any other possibility makes me a little nauseous and that’s okay. We shouldn’t know every detail about our parents’ sex lives but that doesn’t mean that they (and others like them) don’t have one.

Women get the short end of the stick (no pun intended) in so many ways when it comes to sex. They get put down and shamed for having desires and going after them. Slut shaming is so engrained in our society we fail to even recognize it half the time.

Mother’s barely have time to brush their hair or shower for what feels like forever. Ask the mother of a toddler or preschooler the last time they had the luxury of peeing by themselves, that’s always good for a laugh. Sex is often put on the back burner for way too long because sleep wins out. Every time.

Things do settle down eventually. You settle down in to a new normal. you get back in to the swing of things and sex does come back. There might even be a point where you have not only showered and done your hair but you even get the chance to pull out that box under your bed, dust it off and stare in wonder as you try to remember when the last time you played with a toy was. If you were kinky before it will come back too but then what? Societal pressure will come right behind it, as usual. The mommy wars are being waged all around us, only a fool would believe that sexuality and kink are an exception.

You are a mother now… you can delve in to the world of kink, I guess (although a lot of people would proclaim “I would never!” or “If my husband ever brought that up I would *insert ignorant comment here*”) but you have to keep it private. Don’t take pictures. Don’t brag. Don’t you dare write a blog! After all, what if your kids ever found out? What would they think?!

Let me answer this once and for all. My children will be educated on sexuality. I’m not just talking about the basic mechanics of penis>sperm>egg>baby but the emotional baggage that comes with it. I don’t know how much detail I will put out there because I’m not there yet but I do believe in starting the conversation young and never stopping it. Much in the same way that there will be condoms everywhere, my children will know where to get reliable information when they don’t feel comfortable coming to me. That reliable and fact based information will keep them safe. Yes, they will find pornography but they will know that it isn’t real life. I cannot stress this enough – it is not enough to only teach the basics anymore! Thanks to the wonderful world of the internet your child is g0ing to be exposed to it all – give them the tools to interpret it.

As for what my children will think about this blog – they are going to think the same thing that I do when I try to picture the night I was conceived – gross! But guess what, they probably won’t find this blog. There is a billion porn sites out there that are much more interesting than this, at least this blog tries to be realistic and doesn’t spread shame. Plus, actual porn stars have been having children for decades and they all seem too have survived.

Who knows? Maybe my future children will decide to rebel by becoming completely celibate. A mother can always dream right?

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