Apr. 14, 2014
Protestants failing at using the term “Deadly Sin” correctly in a sentence.
Apr. 2, 2014
As a sex worker I’m not unfamiliar with these requests and I’m not immediately offended by them, but some people just do not know how to take no for an answer. He emailed me 3 times before I finally responded, short and sweet, but boy was he persistent, not unlike the others. Normally after the second version of ‘no’, they’ll back down, but not this guy! So, I finally took the time to address one of these persistent lil poops, and the epiphany was just too funny not to share.
Mar. 13, 2014
My husband, the poet.
I want you.
These little words mean so much more than I ever imagined they could.
I want you, I long for you. I ache for you. I desire you. I want
to hold you.
I want to caress you. Touch you, consume you.
I want to lose myself in your eyes, in your touch, in your lips, in
your breath, in your sweet womanly scent, in your arms, in your
breasts, in your moans of pleasure and lust.
I want to fill you with myself and my essence.
I want to cover your face with kisses and caresses.
I want to slowly find your wet pussy waiting for my touch, and my fingers..
I want you to touch me, as my tongue dances within you making you
gasp, groan and twitch with pleasure, breathlessly against me.
I want to feel your lips dance across my chest flicking and sucking my
nipples as your hand grasps my cock, as you like to call it sometimes
when you are really hot. Your hot sweet lips touch my manhood, sending
shivers of pleasure down my spine, and I feel your kiss on my shaft.
I want to make love to you, make you moan, sweat, and tremble with
pleasure and ecstasy .
I want to slide my hand up your shirt to find your sexy bra and your
nipples hard and longing for my touch. When I pinch them you gasp and
tell me you want me, with longing and desire.
I want to take your jeans off as you are pulling my shirt off,
desperately trying to feel my skin against yours. You bite my
shoulder as my fingers do their dance with you.
I want to feel your tongue sliding sensuously against mine, your
fingers scratching my back in heat of desire.
I want to unbutton your blouse and trace my lips around the outline of
your gorgeous, curvaceous, majestic breasts. My tongue glides softly
across your hard nipples while my fingers find their way back to your
soaked spring of love.
I want you to thrust against my hand as I slowly draw your nipple with
my tongue, causing you to moan and whimper. I slide my hand down
towards your heat and find you wanting me, my fingers find your
wetness and become instantly slippery with your desire.
I want your back to arch as you unexpectedly shudder under my lips and
fingers. Oh, yes, I want you!
I want you to bring my lips to yours and our tongues to entwine again.
I want you to sigh with contentment as I hold you afterwards.
I want to cuddle and snuggle and I want to kiss long and passionately.
I want you! I want you to finish this letter and read the whole thing
to me tonight while we are alone, and lusting for each other.
I want you to softly caress your breasts now, in anticipation of my
I want you, with love, passion, desire. I want you and me to be one in love.
I love you, my bride.
Mar. 11, 2014
I love Saturday morning.
[ I received this from my sweet husband ]
I wait for you in eager excitement, my sweet wife, and I hope this
short email may increase your heartbeat even if for just a minute, and
may fuel your desire …
I can imagine you and me, our eyes locked in to each other, in
anticipation of making love.
You with your hands, slowly taking off your shirt, one button after
the other, and then undoing your bra.
Now your gorgeous, warm, curvaceous, breasts finally free, just inches
from my lips, and my fingers tracing their way round the curve of
them, then squeezing them gently, cupping them, and by now your
nipples are hard, in full view, and you softly moan with pleasure as
I take your nipples between my fingers and rolled them, squeeze them,
pull firstly gently, and then less gently at them, as you slowly
thrust your breasts forward at me, ever more eager for me to suck on
them and I can feel your excitement and arousal grow.
My hands slowly now, reach behind, and glide down your beautiful back,
while we still kiss passionately, and I feel your breasts and hard
nipples, pushing against my chest.
My fingers reach your fantastic ass, and I play with it, loving every
second of it, and I give you soft kisses on your neck.
Your body is a fantastic playground of excitement, beauty, and
passion, and I love to play with you.
I now feel your hands reaching down and unzipping my pants out of the
way, and you wrap your fingers, around my hardened manhood, making me
shiver with pleasure and anticipation of what’s to come.
My hands glide down to your hips, and caress your so womanly curves I
love so much.
Our bodies are now head to toe skin to skin touch, I feel your
breathing, I make my hands glide, touch, caress every inch of your
body that is getting ready for making wild, passionate love.
The scent of you, the taste of you, is incredibly intoxicating, it
drives me absolutely wild.
Your hand starts to gently caress my hard shaft, and my fingers find
you, so warm and ready for passion.
We lay on the bed, make love, one in one, hands and fingers
entwined, breathing hard, shivers of pleasure…
I want to make love to you, and then hold you near, and fall asleep
feeling your naked, relaxed body next to mine.
And perhaps, I may wake you up early in the morning, with sweet
kisses, light touches,
and then play again with you, following with my fingers the outline of
your hips, barely visible in the early morning light, and then reach a
I love Saturday mornings..
Feb. 25, 2014
When I started this venture of Tumblr porn with Fuck Yeah Amateurs, I learned about Anonib in ways I wish I hadn’t. Because FYA was open to follower submissions, we were flooded with images from all of the web. However, I took them at face value believing that they were authentic until a complaint was message to me. One of them even threatening legal action which I rolled my eyes and said I’d remove the image. That’s when I learned about the website. And that’s when I scrolled through it and seeing how women were cataloged by state, by college, by country, ethnicity, by social clique, by teens. Bombarded with barely legal and even, at times, illegal images, I felt my stomach sink. I’m not tech savvy, so I couldn’t help bring down a website that showed no empathy toward humans so I did my best in reporting them as often as possible. With it, I also decided to wipe FYA clean, just deleting the blog and starting from scratch, requiring some evidence that the subject in the photograph was giving us permission to use it. But I never recovered from my own disgust that I aided in promoting images from the site unbeknownst to me. I left FYA and started focusing on this the two other sister blogs.
This morning, I discovered the above message via Twitter. My heart felt elated. I had to see it for myself. Sure enough, the site has been taken down. For good, hopefully.
Feb. 19, 2014
Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible. Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.
Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her. Have sexual relations with him. Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man. Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”
Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”
Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “
Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow. I looked at you and saw you were enough.”
Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”
Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”
Feb. 2, 2014
(Source: daisy-faeries, via ayjayyemm)
Feb. 2, 2014
do you ever wonder how many people masturbate to your photos?
Nope, don’t curr. There are sooo many things better/more important to think about in the world. Like bees! Have you ever read about bees/ants? They are very interesting. Ladies do everything! And they sting you too. Male bees don’t have stingers! So next time you get stung you can be like, “You little bitch!!”
Word Sex is going in a new direction. Rather than just posting sex-related questions, the blog will now be home to sexual studies, sexy quotes, music, videos and art (not porn).
Feel free to submit your own questions, photos, erotica, etc. just as long as it's tasteful.