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I quit my job. Or the cooler sounding version, I quit my job in porn.

Wow. It’s really real.

I am looking to move into something very low-key, likely temping doing admin or data entry, at least til the end of the year… I’m actually thinking of dipping a toe into the world of camming, to see how it all works and whether it is viable income. Thoughts?

Definitely going to focus myself on applying for school for next year over the next week and a bit.

Onwards and upwards and looking forward to having much more in the way of creative energy, especially to direct here, I have lots of ideas of things to rant about and photograph.

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This film has been an exceptional help over the last couple of weeks for me.

There are parts of myself, sexually, that have been re-emerging of late and I have been trying to squash and deny. Being interested in sex with people other than my S.O. doesn’t make me a bad partner and lover. It doesn’t mean there is something wrong with me. In fact a lot of what I fantasise about involves my partner and often has an element of him watching or ‘controlling’ the proceedings. Being grown up enough to be able to communicate this desire, articulate how I think it can happen and hopefully pursue it healthily IS the right thing to do.

We had a fantastic conversation about attraction to others, threesomes, sex, sexual adventures and openness to relationships. It was awesome. I aim for these kinds of conversations to continue and that we can work out exactly what we’re comfy with here and now. There are some things I want to explore, but not to the detriment of my partner or our relationship – baby steps.

Dodson and Ross

Started off hard, but it got better and became easier. There is nothing to be afraid of, I am a capable person and I get my job done and I do it well. Inhale, exhale, rinse and repeat.

This evening has been very nice. Managed to wrangle left overs into a very delicious dinner and there was some quality pre-dinner kitchen nookie. Thankfully my current anxiety issues haven’t killed my libido or genital response. Touching someone you love, being touched and of course orgasms, really help when inside your head things are tricky.

My life is good, I am good and keeping things simple is definitely good.

There are also some exciting things in the works, more will be posted soon.

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Pictured are the amazing ladies from the Pleasure Salon I wrote about attending a few posts further down this page.

It is absolutely incredible that this article was posted on the FRONT PAGE of The Age newspaper – a positive, informative and balanced piece about sex positivity, feminist pornography and holy fucking Babs, in the context of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.

This gives me so much hope that we *can* become a far more sexually progressive and forward thinking society.

Also, my works websites are listed right there in the article! Craziness!





These talks make me laugh, cry and inwardly exclaim – someone breaking down and articulating how my psyche works! What is being said in these talks resonates so strongly and makes me actively want to be a better human, a better woman, a better partner and friend.

I want to be a better me and it is possible to do so.

I’ve come to realise that I’ve somehow ‘lost’ my awesome sluttiness. I tend to overthink and psych myself out completely these days.

It sucks.

On one hand the way I used to fuck without a second thought was not helpful nor wise and it often wasn’t very fun either. But I have definitely gone too far in the other direction. I’m too tied up in my inner monologue and there is an all pervasive doubt that whilst I’m fun to come onto, no one actually really wants to get it on with me, or it’ll ruin the friendship or I’ll somehow damage my relationship with my spunky man.

Even though, it is completely kosher for me to fuck ladies still, I worry all the same. It’s really stupid.

I am resolved to stop being so goddamn chickenshit. I’m totally buying into my own insecurities and fears, so much of which is tied up in my body issues. I hate admitting it, but those same old fat/ugly/unattractive goblins still sit on my back and whisper in my ears… More so of late, than usual and it’s obviously affecting me in more ways than I was aware.

There is a lovely, beautiful, sexy lady in my life and I let it known I dug her. She reciperacated and I still haven’t done ANYTHING about it, aside from a couple of neck nuzzles and a lingering kiss or two. She is a close girlfriend and I have the paranoia something fierce that I will break the awesomeness we share. I also feel frightened I wouldn’t be able to get her off… She has her own orgasmic issues and uses a very specific and powerful tool.

Wow. In rereading the above I think I’m sexually intimidated. Well this is a first… huh…

Although, we are going vibe shopping together very soon to try to find something else for her to use. Maybe when we return home, we shall consume wine and give the new toy/s a test run, so to speak. The idea of this scenerio is premium wank fodder, like seriously, I’m at my desk terrifically aware of a spreading hot, wet patch in my knickers.

Will I actually fucking follow through though? Can I relearn how to feel my way, rather than kill my passion with too much thinking…?

I certainly hope so. I am genuinely attracted to this woman. I love her as a friend and if we do connect sexually then we really could have a super-sweet time together. I know this. I want it.

*sends sms to make sex-shop date*

So, this weekend I turned 26. I had some pretty spectacular sex in some epic luxury accomodation with a spa (hells yeah), but that’s a story for another post.

Just really want to record this time as a definitely peak in my life insofar.

I also recieved this book Pretending things are a cock

Awesome.

Life is blissful. I’m in love with an amazing man and have a freaking awesome relationship that I feel will stand the test of time, my circle of friends as always bring me so much joy and laughs, I’m planning travel for this year, my personal projects are going well, work is well… work, but I’m certain it will get better.

My cup runneth over.

Is a 2 day solid, uninterupted fuck session with my man.

And maybe some icecream too.

Moving house in 5 days, finish work in 10 days.

When will then be now?

After several weeks of yucky stressfulness, including but not limited to: having to find a new house before Christmas, work issues, family health problems and last, but most awfully, being given fucking head lice by someone and *hey presto* my libido had copped a fairly epic battering.

I have been choosing to read my book and getting sleep over masturbating, let alone sex. The thought would occur to me to wank and quite often when I don’t feel like it, but have a lot on it’s good release, but this time it was a passing thought and nothing else.

Something had really begun to strike me as really wrong when I was massively cranky for about a fortnight solid.

I have now treated said lice, found a new home (and I’m moving in with my man = Squeeeeee!!) and work stress has abated somewhat. I’m caught in the midst of the Christmas windup, things are really starting to get mental, but I feel calm and happy once more. I’m almost looking forward to the whirlwind that December is going to be. So much action and excitement!

Sexy times of sexy-sex have returned too, thank Babs. Although interestingly with seeming avengance… Meaning, I am hella sensitive both externally and internally. I don’t EVER recall a time where penetrative sex alone felt so mind blowingly good. My poor man’s housemates have been copping an earful, but when you’re being fucked from behind and it basically feels like a climax it’s just *that* good, it’s difficult not to cuss and bleat like a goat on heat.

There have been several times over the past week where I thought I was actually going to orgasm from penetration alone, especially being fucked from behind and just plain sex, no clitoral stimulation or anything. Oral sex is spastically awesome right now too, like so good, I find myself squirming and moaning all over the place because it almost feels too good somehow.

Also experiencing wetness overload. For example I literally soaked through my panties out at the Roller Derby final on Saturday night because I wound myself up so much. In a nutshell: moisture. I has it.

So obviously I’m basically really enjoying my uber sensitive vulva and vagina at the moment. It’s sweet.

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