Sensual, just for tonight - On Queer Street
Tonight’s Masturbation Monday post, aside from being posted on a Tuesday, is not the analysis of poly-relationship-related-revelations that I had planned. Instead it’s short and brought to you by my enthusiastic overuse of the word filthy. I had to change my shirt this morning; it smelt of sex. To be honest, I’d probably have worn the shirt if it hadn’t been so creased and rumpled from being packed super tightly so I could fit as many sex-positive books in my bag as possible. I liked the fact it smells of sex. After I’ve washed the come off my tits and sterilised my sex toys, I don’tRead More →