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I just love, love.

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Slut.. According to the Oxford dictionary it is a derogatory term for a woman with lots of sexual partners.

A slut is a woman who likes sex, enjoys sex and isn’t ashamed to admit it. She is easy and gets around or frigid as she refuses to sleep with everything with a pulse, open to be attacked and the subject of many opinions. She. A slut is female. Men aren’t seen as sluts, let alone labelled as one. Slept with 40 women?What a guy. Slept with the same amount of people as a woman, woah, you slut!!! Harsh much?

Over the years I’ve been called a slut for various reasons. I’m a tall and busty girl, a little too squishy in the centre but I own a killer set of legs. I often wear skirts over trousers, and I’m not afraid to embrace my cleavage on the odd night out. Apparently this has made me a slut on so many occassions. God forbid I flash a bit of flesh, yet I’m not one to go out with it all on show. I have had a varied and amazing sex life, so I must be a slut. I love erotica and am a kinkster, so automatically I am a filthy slut who must always be “up for it” and when I’m not, I become a “frigid slut” or a cocktease. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was here for your amusement and am to bend to the will of every person on the planet. Men and women have called me a slut over the years, and it’s a term I’ve often let bounce off,  it’s a word, not a label for me.

I asked my main twitter followers what makes a woman a slut. I smiled and felt so proud when the most common answer was “nothing” . It is a term often used as an insult, yet some say it should be a badge of honour.  Many see it as an outdated term, used towards a woman who dares to think or mention her love of sex, its seen as a sexist attack and as a double standard.  I don’t need a label to be proud of loving sex, whether with one person or many man or women or both. My sexual life and choices are just those. Mine. This doesn’t mean I’m a slut. It means I’m just a modern woman who is comfortable with her choices.

The term slut appears everywhere these days. The song on this page is one of my favourites, I feel Pink has the perfect attitude and this is a kind of “fuck you and your stereotyping”. Rizzle Kicks released Lost Generation and I clapped when I first heard the words “what’s wrong if a girl loves sex, it’s only wrong if it’s not with you, so maybe you should get better in bed” I salute you boys, for pointing out that being a slut is all good if you’re male in societies eyes, but not if you’re female. Loving sex shouldn’t carry different stigmas for different genders.

I’m not a fan of the term slut, but there is something I despise a lot more. And I mean a lot. Slut-shaming. When did it become acceptable to attack a woman based on her sexual likes or desires. Her thoughts, attitudes or even her way of dressing..

“Look at her skirt, the dumb slut”

“You don’t want to fuck me? What makes a slut like you think you’re worthy of me anyway”

“Another man? Wow, you are such a slut!”

“How many guys is that slut going to talk to tonight? Who doies she think she is?!”

Slut shaming is so wide spread these days, from celebrities to your girl next door. Admit you are bisexual and the media will climb over it like flies over crap. Bi? Oooh, such a slutty way of life! unable to settle? tut tut, such a loose woman…slut.  Girls who post pictures on any social media platform are likely to be subjected to slut shaming, whether by jealousy or just pure childish behaviour. No one should judge how a girl or guy chooses to be. If they want to be open to sex, then salute them! Enjoy experimenting? Carry on!! But don’t ever feel you should conform to a label. Small mindedness is still far too common in this day and age, with people being attacked for their choices, their lifestyles. Screw the petty individuals.

Guess what, world. I’m SJ and I really, really love sex.

Am I a slut? no, as Pink said herself…I’m not a slut, I just love, love.

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Simple desires

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I adore sex. Everything about it. The intimacy, the lust, the way your heart races and breath quickens as each orgasm edges closer and closer. I love how it brings you closer to the person, be it in a relationship or just a lust driven fuck. It takes away that feeling of lonliness and your endorphins are so high, you feel you can fly.

 

Sex has been a major part of me and my life for over a decade. I’m a very sexual being, but when that feeling goes, I know something is wrong. And right now, something is wrong. I’ve been losing my drive, my kink and animalistic desires are few and far between. Mental health has a major impact on sex, and for me I end up feeling like I can’t be sexy, or beautiful, I’m not attractive or desirable. I used to agree with this, and lock down and lock away. Instead, the gorgeous lingerie is coming out, the stockings and hold ups kiss my skin and the sway of my hips is as strong as ever. For me, sex is a basic need. Like air. Or food. This time, I refuse to just let the darkness swallow me, instead I’ll keep it at bay. One touch, one kiss, one orgasm at a time.

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A few words…

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I like the new year. For me it’s a chance to clean out my space, my mind and to make plans for the time ahead. I don’t really do resolutions, but I like to look at the first 4 months and decide what I would like to achieve.

I started this website nearly a year ago, and I often let things get in the way, which sadly led to it being unloved and neglected. I kept setting silly little things and saying I would write more, but I didn’t. Shame on me bends and hands the paddle for punishment

I love writing erotica, seeing the words glow in front of me and knowing that someone, somewhere is enjoying the glimpse inside my mind. I was debating on writing for this site only, but I have some ideas for my year and for this site.

I will continue to add brief stories here, poems and pictures, but I want to also do a few reviews too. I am working on a collection of short stories, with the possibility of developing them into a novel. I will be asking for proof readers at times, and also teasing with excerpts as I want to keep people interested. I have plans to expand previous stories and hope to take part in many more memes as I gain confidence in my writing…

So, here is to 2014, may it be full of lust and wonder and many beautiful words…

20140103-171913.jpgwell,start as you mean to go on…

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New Years Eve…

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Black silk and matching lace,
Champagne flavoured kisses and a tight embrace.
Rouged skin and blood red lips,
Matching nails, the sting of a whip
The caress of his palm, the moments wait,
The sudden impact, feeling so great.

Fireworks exploding, like his touch on your skin,
New year, welcomed in sin.
Start the year, as you plan to go on.
Enjoy it all, each and every one.

Happy new year my lovelies, thank you for reading my site this year.

SJ xxx

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Desire

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Desire. A simple word.

de·sire (d-zr)
tr.v. de·sired, de·sir·ing, de·sires
1. To wish or long for; want.
2. To express a wish for; request.

 

n. 1. A wish or longing.
2. A request or petition.
3. The object of longing: My greatest desire is to go back home.
4. Sexual appetite; passion.

 

I have a longing. An ache. A desire to feed and a fantasy to fulfill.

I want to be able to submit. No holding back, no qualms, no questions. To feel safe as I fall to my knees and to be ordered to do whatever it is that is asked of me. To hold my breath with anticipation, as I wait for the next sting of a palm; a whip; a paddle against my skin, the sting that makes me gasp, quickly followed by a sigh of content.

To be at the mercy of you and your darkest desires, your devious side taking over and consuming me with each action.  Feeling your teeth graze my skin, finding my erogenous zones and making them sing. I long to feel your hand in my hair, pulling it tightly as your lips bruise mine. Your hand forcing my tender thighs apart as your fingers graze my sensitive clit, throbbing from being spanked and pinched. To straddle you, skin touching and that wanton desire taking over, leading us into a rhythm as we go from play to penetration, from two souls finding a way in the dark and ending as one. To be sated. By you.

 

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Captured

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Your fingers in my hair,
your lips against my skin.
Your touch is full of care,
your eyes, full of sin.

Your teeth grazing my thighs,
your palm against my bum,
your touch making me sigh
your actions making me come.

The way way you feel,
the way you taste,
your body against mine.
the sound of your voice,
the touch of your hand,
your fingers running down my spine.

Our scents mingled together,
my nails digging in,
these memories are forever,
you are embedded in my skin..

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