As the COVID vaccines get rolled out and the number of daily infections is steadily dropping, social gatherings are finally making their way back. With way over a year since our last large public event, my friends and I have been sighing at the thought of dancing all night at Berlin’s KitKat or perusing the play parties dressed to a tee. While it might still take some time until the clubs and big events are safely up and running, it could be time to start planning our own little private play parties.

I know, it sounds daunting, especially after all…

Regular Newsletter | Updated 08.06.2021

Hi there! First, I want to thank you so much for being here—I appreciate you immensely.

About me

I’ve been a storyteller of sorts my whole life. Starting as a graphic designer, I moved into creative/art direction, set dressing, event styling, and more. Writing was something I occasionally did, mostly by default, as I handled the content of clients, propositioned for gigs, and ran a design blog.

It was first in October 2019 that I decided to start writing full time. Before that, a growing voice inside had been pleading with me to write since I left a toxic relationship with a…

In the words of my favorite erotica writer Anais Nin: “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” And what better part to relive than our sex-lives?

I do love writing about sex and sexuality, but it wasn’t until I sat down to complete this list that I realized just how many stories I’ve published on the topic since I started here in October 2019: N̶i̶n̶e̶t̶y̶-̶n̶i̶n̶e̶, one-hundred-and-seventeen so far (updated 08.06.21)!

I write about sexuality, not just for my own enjoyment, but because I believe it’s important. I believe we must normalize having an open, honest…

Over the last year, I’ve written many stories about my experiences in a relationship with a verbally abusive narcissist, as well as my process of healing and dealing with the aftermath.

Through this process, I’ve connected with many who share similar experiences, in search of resources to make sense of their own situations. The stories I’ve written on this topic continue to be some of my most read and it’s clear to me that this kind of content is sought after.

For those looking to read more—to make sense of, heal and move on from a toxic, abusive, and/or narcissistic…

I’m fresh out of the shower, tiptoeing anxiously around my apartment when I finally receive the text: He’s on his way and I have thirty minutes. I slip into something barely there and make sure everything’s in order; candles are lit, music is on, drinks are poured. By the time my buzzer rings I’m supple, slick, and swollen; halfway in subspace already. The familiar tingly warmth that has been building at my root rises with the sound of my Dom’s footsteps up the stairwell. He stops and slides my door open. A blanket of goosebumps spreads across my skin. …

I’m all about bloody messes!

That was the response I got in a text after I told him I was on my period—a warning—just in case he’s one of those.

I was already certain he wasn’t going to mind as I’ve become fairly apt at spotting the open-minded, body- and sex-positive ones off the bat. Still, you never really know with someone new until you ask. Had my period been a problem for him, on the other hand, I doubt we would have met again.

I guess you could say my warning was a bit of a test.

To me…

The longer you have to wait for something, the more you will appreciate it when it finally arrives.
—Susan Gale

My working title of this article was Penetration is Overrated, until I realized that this wasn’t precisely the message I wanted to convey.

First of all, who am I kidding? I do love a good fuck. So much so that I feel pretty miserable if I go without for too long. …

As I was flipping through a recent set of photos from a shibari rope suspension I became acutely aware of my rigger’s gaze and how it’s fixed on me the whole time. He looks at my body and how I move, back up to where I’m secured, and down at me again. Most of the time he looks at my face, and into my eyes whenever they’re not closed. This is how he reads me. …