As I’ve mentioned in a previous blog post, my partner and I have been using condoms as our primary method of birth control for the last year of our relationship. I listed the pros and cons in the blog post but there was one thing I hadn’t considered I was missing till I watched a scene in a porn movie recently – queefing!
If you can’t love yourself, how are you gonna love anybody else? Words we’ve all heard. Words which make perfect, logical sense. If you aren’t the best possible version of yourself, why would you want to put that onto anyone else? All your problems, insecurities and baggage? I understand the sentiment but I just can’t carry it out with any conviction.
‘Tis the season of giving! Or receiving! Or whatever you like! Sadly, not so much in the Rose household. At least where anal is concerned.
Don’t worry, this isn’t going to end up some complaining, moaning blog post about how my life’s terrible because one small sexual aspect of it is missing but goddam I miss anal. Both giving and receiving.
I’m joining in with throwback Thursday! (Who knew hashtags could be so much fun!)
After a short delay involving a rewrite, The final part of the series is a combination of two stories, linked together in order to bring a sense of finality to the story.
The second part of my new series Fertile Fantasies is out on Amazon. The story progresses with our heroine, Ivy, being caught in a loop of sexual tensions and frustrations as she fights to come to terms with the new and strange urges within her.
Her husband is still away and uncontactable so Ivy sets her sights on a work colleague who has a bit of a crush on her.
What ensues is some hot sex followed by an unexpected pregnancy rapidly taking over her body and mind.
So when clearing out your drawers, boxes, shelves or wherever you keep your old toys you will come across some you’ve not used in a while. Or you’ve only used once. Or they’ve broke and are in a very sorry state.
What to do with old sex toys? You can’t recycle them. You can’t give them to anyone as a present- “Hey this has been inside of me and gave me hours of fun! Your turn!” As far as I know there’s no drop off point (think ‘toys for adults’ charity boxes) and they’re a bit difficult to shred or burn.
So we just throw them out in the trash. Preferably hidden in some old towels, boxes or disguised underneath something lest the neighbours see our old novelties being tipped into the garbage truck.