December 2010
2 posts
Quickies in New York: Other Men Don't Fuck Me →
quickienewyork:
“Why do you like sharing me?” “We each have to make our own…” “Bullshit!” she said, interrupting me. “Don’t give me any of that progressive poly crap. You didn’t hold my hair away from my face last week as your best friend fucked my mouth because it’s my body. You don’t hold me by the throat and…
This blog is fantastic.
I miss this, terribly.
October 2010
1 post
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
1 post
nightmare brunette: She’d thought about buying a... →
She’d thought about buying a dress. My whore dress! she’d thought. She’d considered ninety lipsticks. My hooker lips! she’d thought. Finally she just tucked the cash into her purse and took herself to lunch. Thirty dollars brought her to the best bistro in the area, where she had a hamburger and a glass of wine. The juice dripped down, red-brown, and left a stain on her wrist.
“Ah, fuck you,”...
July 2010
2 posts
June 2010
6 posts
After Sunset
He goes to her at night, for that is when her defenses are down, that is when she can’t fight the pleasure.
He loves the gasp, the tightening of her body at his first touch, the forbidden grip of a breast, pinching the nipple to shock the senses. He knows she is awake, but at night she does not struggle so much, she is quiet, only the occasional cries that sound more like moans. He molds...
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In the darkness of the room, at various times in the midst of lovemaking, my hand moving through layers of darkness to rest on his chest, on the broad curves of his back, bringing his face close to mine and peering at each other, some words murmured occasionally of how good he felt or how he enjoyed just looking at me, at my being handsome, the spark within his eyes, the sensation of desire in...
May 2010
3 posts
“Being penetrated doesn’t mean that I give my body. Being paid for sex doesn’t...”
– Thierry Schaffauser (via nightmarebrunette)
April 2010
5 posts
Au Revoir
I keep putting off writing this because I just don’t know how.
I want to keep it simple but it’s not. Everything I write on this blog is intensely personal, honest, and the most exposed I ever allow myself to be. Since starting the blog, an immense amount has happened that I would have never otherwise imagined. There were first dates and blind hook ups. There were heartbreaks and...
A Dream Aloud
It’s just that—I don’t want to think about you any more. I don’t want to want you so much. I don’t want to be planning fantasy dates in my head, easy, sweet, simple things, and know that even though they are easy and sweet and simple they just can’t, and won’t, happen. I don’t want to be dreaming of all the ways to make you happy, anything,...
little things
That after sex glow: the flushed red lips and bright golden cheeks.
“Fuck, in a word, fuck: you were born for that sole purpose; no limit to your...”
– Marquis de Sade, Philosophy in the Boudoir
Anonymous asked: not to be lame, but what words of advice do you have for someone about to have sex for the first time? you seem like a sexy lady, someone who can give sound advice...
March 2010
13 posts
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Welcome to Monday
The really great part about not seeing Bad Idea for some time is that when I do see him, it’s always explosive.
This time I even tried to set up self restraint ahead of time—we could play, but no penetrative sex (you can guess how well that worked out). And: lesson learned, it’s a bad idea to have Bad Idea over while trying to accomplish anything else. I was in the middle of...
eternelretour asked: Since the url of your blog is jeveuxtevoir.tumblr.com, I suppose you understand french, right ? English is not my first language (although I can read it and understand very well) and I sometimes wish I could share my thoughts about what you write with my real writing skills.
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Sex Notes
Tomorrow I have a midterm, and tonight I studied. With an old old friend, the first one I ever met in New York,. One I had a big crush on during Freshman orientation and over the summer and drunkenly hooked up with once welcome week, except that was when I was still a virgin, didn’t know what I was doing. I probably didn’t do a very good job of giving a blow job. I guess the hook up...
My Year in Lists
I’m finally making a proper list of all the men I’ve fucked, the men I’ve hooked up with, the ones I fell in love with, however temporarily. And they are even colored coded with red and green and blue and black pens. It’s amazingly fun. And makes me giggle.
I’m also finally making a proper written list of my debaucherous to-dos. I have a lot of work ahead of me. But...
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All In Your Head
I met a boy on the train ride back to New York from a weekend away with a friend. I saw him first walking through the compartment, asking about an outlet for his laptop. He didn’t find any in this and walked on.
He carried a bag that looked like it might have been Burberry, wore Raybans and a perfectly fitted blazer, skinny jeans. He looked like he might have gone to Yale—that was...
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The Slut
This isn’t about sex.
Well, it is, but it isn’t. It’s always about sex. But sex is never just about sex. It must be some fatal combination of the substance of this weekend, all this thinking. I spent Friday at work in an environment absolutely stripped of sex (I work at an elementary school. Still, an observant first grader will chirp something about “Plan B” or...
Anonymous asked: Oh come on now. You must have more...must have midnight whacking material.
February 2010
7 posts
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Nonpareil of Favor
Being a debaucherous slut is hard.
For instance, I am convinced/terrified that my roommates secretly hate me (though they’ve not brought anything up). Surely this bringing home two different boys on two consecutive school nights is not winning me any points in the pure and quiet and studious scholarly roommate department. And I’d imagine that the sort of noise that’d carries...
Anonymous asked: How much do you find that sadomasochistic praxis amounts to a de-emphasis of the genitals as the primary locus of sexual pleasure? And do you find that, at least for your embodied subjectivity (per Foucault), the concomitant of this de-emphasis is that gender (viz genital configuration), and sexual "orientation" of your partners is or would be of relatively lesser importance?
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Fun, of note:
Mirrors (and fucking in front of them), sparkly ceilings, corsets and garters (and being fucked while wearing them), the movie Quills (the Marquis de Sade is my new hero. And certainly on my reading list), reading his girls I’ve fucked list and notes (I’m number 40), the way he maneuvers his hips and cock, fleeting thoughts: we’d probably make a fantastic porno, half asleep...
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Poetic License
Okay—forget about the pathetic attempt at turning into poetry the utterly filthy, rough and deliriously hot fuck the Teacher and I last had. When my mind drift to thoughts of our debauchery in the midst of my three hour long 18th century novel class, I’m certainly not thinking in verse. And though we’ve been texting about the Marquis de Sade (whose work, ironically enough, is...
January 2010
18 posts
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Scarlet Letters
unseen caresses that tease and thrill gripping his tie, straining for his lips whore in red lipstick across my breasts belt choked around my neck cock slammed down my throat don’t stop—too tired, used, abused, to move he says: you get an A. (i’d certainly hope so) cheese & crackers, in bed, & porn
more fucking and more bruises. (thank you, sir.)
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Writing Slut
I greeted Bad Idea with a kiss at the door in a black satin nightie before he had a chance to say hello. That whole month (and then some) of endless dirty texting and IMs, obsessive fantasies and anxiety, indecision between just what I should do and what I want to do…none of it mattered much when I had his red curls in my hands, and could feel the slight cold of his lip ring against my...
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Housewarming
When I dressed for my date with the cute high school English teacher I’d been exchanging messages on Okcupid over break, I considered, briefly, changing out of my heart printed white cotton panties and cutesey bra and into a sexier set of lingerie. We had, after all, both established our hedonistic tendencies in our conversation, and I am generally a big believer in fucking on the first...
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How Fucking Romantic
One of my favorite past times is spending afternoons/evenings/all night reading my favorite sex blogs. Which probably doesn’t come as a surprise, but more than raising awareness of the sex I’m not having or the fact that it’s simply ridiculously fun and hot, be it the exotic adventures of Debauchette or the hilarious antics of the Over-Educated Nympho (I spent most of today...