Tag: sex

First time sex is often built for him. I write about leaving wet, polite, and furious, then deciding I will not fake it again.

A good kisser can ruin me faster than a speech. Bad kissing is a warning. I should have listened more often than I did.

I want the savage bit and the soft bit. Foot rubs. Kettle. Hair stroked. If he can only do one, he was never going to keep me.

Not shame exactly. More the Tube ride home in last night’s dress, thighs still humming, wondering if I was brave or just lonely and lucky.

At work I am stern. At home I am greedy. This is about the sweet act, the private hunger, and why I keep those two girls separate.

Give me wine and I start telling conquest stories. Not to be cruel. Because women compare notes, and silence has never protected anyone I know.

Most nights I am not a light switch. Talk properly, look at me like you mean it, and my body finally catches up afterwards anyway.

This my friends, will get very graphic, but I need to set it up first. So I met Scott through…

Some nights I do not want the whole performance. I want a mouth that stays, patience that does not clock watch, and pleasure treated as the point.