Seeking A Cunning Linguist

Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want. Continue reading “Seeking A Cunning Linguist”


Boob Day: Hi, I’m the New Girl

New city, that means updating online profiles like FetLife and flipping through bios of studly young bucks, going eenie-meanie-miney-mo, tolerating loads of disappointing messages (womp womp) and making a few rare connections only to have all but the best fall through. Continue reading “Boob Day: Hi, I’m the New Girl”

When I Fall

This is an anonymous guest post by the same stunning woman, Eve, whose breasts we saw for Boobday and whose slice stunned us for Sinful Sunday. The words and self portrait are her own. I think they combine beautifully and make for a gorgeous meditation on self love, self care and body acceptance. Continue reading “When I Fall”

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

“It’s the way you look at me,” he whispered. “The way you look into me. You’re so calm and warm but there’s something else there, something under the surface. That flicker in your eyes, like lightning. It’s primal. You’re primal. Queen of the forest, I want you to hunt me, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Continue reading “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing”