Sex Writing - Blog Posts

So last night I found a place that was more of a lounge than a club, lots more sitting around rather than dancing, with a slightly more throwback playlist. Kinda figured it would be the place to find the demographic I was after. 

I wore a little black dress, not backless but with enough slashes and a low enough back to let everyone know I was braless, stockings that met Harry’s rule of showing a little skin between hemline and hosiery so everyone knew they were stockings and knee high boots. I figured it would give the right impression. 

It seemed to work because it wasn’t hard to get bought drinks, heh. 

I actually had quite a lot of fun flirting, tbh. I mean I was god awful nervous at first but getting bought a few drinks helped with both confidence and getting me a little drunk. ;) 

I hung out with a few guys here and there but none really did it for me until I met this one dude. Cute, kinda dirty blonde, neat trimmed facial hair, glasses, checked shirt and tight jeans. He made me laugh, we talked a bunch, we flirted like mad in a darker corner on a cute little two-seater. 

Things got a bit more full on until I straddled his lap to make out properly. Except we were making out just fine before, I straddled his lap to grind down on him and see what kinda bulge he was packing, hehe. It was… not a deal breaker! I also asked him how old he was. He asked me why I wanted to know and I kinda said in a teasing voice that well I’m 21 and I wanted to know if I was a little more than or a little less than half his age. He didn’t tell me, but he did say “oh, you’re a little less than half my age” and you know what? I felt his cock twitch when he said it! Alright, then, this was the guy! 

I was… pretty honest with him. About having a girlfriend who let me play as long as I played by her rules. I explained to him my situation and he did not seem at all put off by the idea that he’d only get to fuck my mouth and ass. Funny, guys never seem to be put off by that particular limitation. ^_^

And that’s how I came to be butt fucked over someone’s kitchen island last night, hehe, amongst other things. 

I totally needed that. And yes, I got his number. 

Becca's blog is one of the hottest on tumblr because of her writing skills, which gets only topped when Harry takes over and answers.

For Harry What’s your favourite way to let Becca know you’re with someone else? And how does she react, is she pouty, instantly horny, happy, unreactive?

I will usually let Becca know about my dates well in advance and let anticipation do its’ work. It’s rarely a surprise for her. When the date comes I do like to text her to let her know I’ll be unavailable for a few hours, an evening, overnight or whatever it might be. Sometimes I’ll send her little updates as things progress just to tease her. 

If I’m with someone who is very comfortable with our dynamic I also like to let Becca know when date night has proceeded to sex, often with photographic evidence. Not everyone I play with is comfortable with that, of course, so sometimes she has to make do with protracted silence while her imagination torments her instead. 

Generally when I first inform her of a date plan she’ll take it in stride. It is usually some time off and it’s not uncommon. Sometimes she’ll be pouty, if it means we won’t be seeing each other when she had anticipated we would. I try and avoid scheduling conflicts, though. When I tease her about them as they get closer she gets much more responsive. She can get very turned on talking about it. 

I suspect she gets extremely aroused when I give her in-the-moment updates as well but my attention is usually elsewhere.

- Harriet 

Freedom.

Just because a girl is overtly sexual

does not mean she wants to have sex with you.

does not mean she has sex with someone else every day.

does not mean she wants to have sex with everybody.

does not mean she wants to be touched by you.

does not mean she doesn’t have standards.

does not mean she has STDs.

does not mean you and all your friends can try to fuck.

does not mean she doesn’t have respect for herself.

does not mean she’s stupid.

does not mean she wants to be looked at like a piece of fuckmeat (all the time😉).

does not mean she is incapable of loving or being loved.

does not mean she isn’t worthy of respect.

does not mean she doesn’t love herself.

I respect myself and love myself. I love myself by endulging in my fantasies and desires. Sex is primal and one of my favorite things to do is let go and do what my body wants. Liberate yourself and watch the magic happen. It’s worth it, I promise.

I just got out of an unhappy 8 fucking year relationship, and decided that I wanted to live life the way I wanted. I set myself free. From a housewife to a whore. I shed my skin and decided I was beautiful and worthy🍒✨