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Welcome to NSFW Sunday!
Check out this excerpt from “Max and the Things I Couldn’t Say” by Heart in Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year: Volume 5, edited by Sinclair Sexsmith:
“‘Tell me the mean things you like,’ she said as she gently kissed my collarbone after making me come for the third time. We spend all of our dates in bed. She’s not mean. She’s tender and careful. […]
I hid my face, ashamed of my masochism. ‘I don’t want to say them.’
She said she wouldn’t judge. She said, ‘What’s your favorite mean thing?’ She said, ‘Just tell me one.’
I didn’t want to tell her, I didn’t want her to think she had to do anything differently. I felt exposed, afraid to spill secrets. She just wanted to make me feel good. She just wanted to worship me in all the ways I enjoy.
‘What do you like?’ she asked, her eyes are my favorite color of green, that silvery sage color, it matches the streak in my hair. It’s hard not to love her right away.
I wanted to say: ‘I like being destroyed. I like being ripped apart at the seams. Shake me, rattle my bones, force me open. I want to feel you for days, I want your teeth and fists to make an impression. Make me forget the best of you. Make me forget my own name, my history, my mother tongue. I can take it, this current of pain, I can absorb it all and turn it into something fucking beautiful. Give me everything you can, watch my jaw clench and tremble, watch my back arch, watch my eyes squeeze shut. I’m your doll, your punching bag, your prize. When I cry for you, you’ll know I mean it.'”
Here are a few pandemic dating stories.
Here’s some of what’s up with love spells.
It’s not just you: there are a lot more Tinder bots lately.
At Zora, Ayesha K. Faines writes about the erotic potential of celibacy:
“Celibacy can be radical, self-indulgent, and, dare I say it, sexy. It can give us the space and time to take command of our sexual desires and prioritize pleasure in our everyday life. Celibacy can be the catalyst that we as women occasionally need to switch our focus from pleasing others to pleasing ourselves. And in a culture of no-strings-attached love, taking sex off the table can clear the path to deeper, more gratifying relationships.”
And at Salty, Isabel Corp. writes about sex-positive asexuality (which is different from celibacy, in case that needs to be said):
“I am on the asexual spectrum, panromantic, and sex positive. I am attracted to all people regardless of gender and I am also dedicated to challenging harmful norms about dating and sex, even though I don’t always experience sexual attraction myself. For most of my life I believed that it was impossible for these two parts of my identity to coexist.
Sex is not something I am afraid of or have an aversion to, and my asexuality is not at odds with my sex-positive nature. I am always willing to engage in meaningful conversations about sexuality, safe sex, consent, BDSM, and sex work. But with everything that surrounds me from the media being overly-saturated with sexual content to people telling me I’m “immature,” for not wanting sex, I am constantly reminded that if I want to unabashedly live my truth as a sex-positive, asexual, panromantic virgin, then people are always going to give me a hard time.”
I love the sex-positive asexuality piece, thank you