A Fox in Heat

So, I'm bigender. That means I rock both masculinity and femininity, depending on the day. My pronouns are flexible. I go by he, she, or they, and no real preference honestly. Sometimes, I get to explore my bigender identity in the bedroom, too. Last time Absinthe was up here, I had a good two outfits I wore to experiment more with my feminine side. And he loved both of them! The first one was a red slip with red panties. I usually don't feel comfortable in my feminine mindset unless I'm shaved a bit and feel like I can rock the look. I don't buy into the whole "passing" discourse. -cringes- I just like to feel sexy, and I define that for myself in different ways. Sin loved me in this slip, and that made me feel super sexy. When he calls me sexy, that turns me on too, obviously. He apparently liked me so much in them that he ended up fucking me against the bookcase.   Video here . The second outfit was a bit more involved. I posted a c...

When I lived in Nashville, I once had a fairly scary hookup. I was in a particularly horny mood, so I didn’t talk a whole lot before the planned hookup. But I knew what I wanted, something kinky. I wanted to feel dominated. This guy invited me over, said he was super into bondage and roleplay. We discussed a safety sign, and then I headed over. It was fine to start. He was rough and dominant. He tied me to his bed and started fucking my holes. That’s when it got scary. As he fucked me, he’d lean in close and snarl in my ear: “How about if I just keep you here instead? You want that?” I responded no, that I had school and work. “So? You won’t need that. You could be my permanent house boy instead. Whore you out to all my friends. You like that?” I shook my head no. I was genuinely terrified. I never used my safety sign because he never broke any limits. But for at least half the session I was genuinely scared he wouldn’t let me leave. I was terrified of him. Then when ...

Weasel bait apparently. When Sin left Michigan the last time, I wanted to treat him to one more round of hardcore sex. He went to take a shower before we left. All his stuff was packed. I said I'd join him in a minute. While he got the shower going, I stripped in the bedroom, put on my red and black harness, got the chastity cage on. About that time, he came out of the bathroom to come check on me. I audibly went, "Aip!" and tried to close the bedroom door on him saying I'd be a minute. Got my tail plug in, collar on, pup hood on. I opened the door, went to the bathroom, and got on all fours, crawling up to the curtain. He stood over the edge of the tub and face fucked me before dragging me into the shower with him. I helped him clean up like a good boy, and then he lubed me up and started pounding me. I'd arf and bark and yip, and he'd tell me what to do. At one point, he fucked me so hard, my cage came off. (I probably hadn't put it in sup...

In case you couldn't tell, I like semipublic / outdoors sex. Kind of a thing. It's not really the thrill that does it for me. It's more...naturalist. I like feeling dirt under my feet, wind against my skin, the smells of the woods around me. That does it for me way more than the thrill of getting caught. I have no interest in that! So, last time Sin was up here, I took him to a park I frequent. It was midday on Friday. I didn't think it would be too busy. It was. But I knew all the hills, all the off-path places we could go. He knew what I had in mind even before I pulled him off the trail. I found a good series of hills and took us past two or three of them. We could still kinda see the path, but people would really have to stop and stare really hard to make us out. And they probably wouldn't have a good image of what we were actually doing. I got on my knees and pulled his pants down, immediately taking his cock into my mouth. I was vaguely aware that he w...

In the spring of 2016, I found a guy online who seemed to match my kinks. We were talking on a site called Adam4Adam. He was into bondage, toys, and dominance. We talked for about a week, and then we planned to meet up one night. I was fairly safe. I gave my roommate the address of where I was going. I told dude my limits: no blood, pain, s/m, scat, watersports, fisting, sounding, diapers, going past safety sign (snapping fingers), illegal stuff. I verified he knew my safety sign beforehand. So, I drove over. When I knocked on the door, he pulled me in by my hair and wrenched my arms behind my back. He attached some expensive metal thumb-cuffs to me, and they hurt like hell. I said as much. I gave my safety sign, and this was within thirty seconds of the encounter. He didn't care. When he got me into the main room, he shoved filthy, and I mean musky in a not attractive way, underwear into my mouth, restrained my ankles, and forced me onto the hardwood floor of his living ...

Time for another post about Sin's and my last sex games time! This might be the last one for a few weeks, but it's a good one. Here's the art for this first pose, a piece by Leobo . What I love about this piece is that it involves candle play, nipple clamps, and bondage all at the same time. Now, before this session, I had never done any wax play. Ever. I was pretty nervous about it because S/M stuff is fairly new to me. I'm a wimp when I get needles for regular shots or blood draws. I hate pain, but I do like small things like light slaps, spanks, nipple clamps, etc. Slow burn kinda things like that. Love getting hickies. So, I thought wax play would be a nice thing to try anyway. Plus, it's something Sin really enjoys! Here's the results: It was very hot, pun intended! I loved when it was high or mid-range because it was this perfect blend of sharp pain and a tickle of pleasure. Occasionally, he would lower the candle more, and I would very audibly ga...

CW: Threats of self-harm. So, Sin told me today about a bad hookup in the past. It was pretty bad. But then he told me he bet I had more or worse hookup horror stories. It got me thinking about my worst sex experiences. I thought it would make a good post series! I don't have that many, so I'll just tell one per post. This first one I'll call Jake. I have no recollection of what his actual name or username was. This was after my first boyfriend ever, Milkshake. I started getting into online hookup culture, and that naturally meant Grindr. I had been looking for a boyfriend and was trying out all my options. I was still finding myself as a gay person, and I wasn't really sure what I wanted, so my filters weren't as great as they are now. (I'm a picky mother-fucker now.) But I found this guy named Jake. I remember he was white, maybe five years older than me, and had long brown hair, like past his shoulders long. I remember he had a few piercings, wore mos...

So this is a continuation of our earlier sex game session, same night and all. But we get into a few more fun things here! This first one was inspired by a piece by PlaguedObsession here . What made this one super fun was just how much sensation is involved in it. It looks like a flat image, even the photos, but if you could see the pain/pleasure nodes on me through some kind of infrared vision, these photos would light up. The nipple clamps gave a slow burn, the ring gag kept my jaw stretched, bondage tape held my arms back uncomfortably, the chastity cage squeezed on my cock, and my senses were full of my man's musk. It was amazing and probably one of my favorite pieces from our game. The next one is technically out of order. While Sin tried to sleep, I started sucking him off until he was well snoring. (I have a video, but I won't post it here so he doesn't blush tooooo much.) Then, I enacted this art  by Virtyalfobo: And last one for tonight, we did thi...

I post a fair amount of sex stuff here. And sometimes, I post relationship advice. But sometimes, I want to just post praise. I've known Absinthe for...three or four years now. We've dated for over one. We're already talking about marriage and what last name we'll choose and, hell, what our kids' names will be. I am, paws down, the luckiest fox around to have him in my life. He makes me feel special. He makes me feel loved. I always know he has my back. And he's easily my best friend, the person I go to immediately when I'm having a rough day or a problem. When we're together, we're all laughs and jokes and cuddles and fucks, and it's magical. I know I'm not always the easiest person to be around. I'm a little red ball of anxiety myself, and I get weird phases where I need to be alone. I'm mortally terrified of bees, and I hate getting water in my eyes in the shower. But I also know I'm the luckiest lady around. For havi...

If you've been following my blog a while now, you'll know that Absinthe and I like to play sex games. One of our favorites is that we use a Google Drive folder full of furry art we want to try the poses for. Then, we take photos in those poses. The second night Sin was in town a couple weeks ago, we had some fun times. Up till like 5am, we played through our game. We had made a subfolder of ones we wanted to try that night, and we had a blast. This will be one of a few sex games post from the trip...there were a lot of photos. The first photo I'm showing had Sin posing for me in a tank top. (It was one of mine, but it fit him waaaay better.) If you look close, you might even see the harness underneath. Here's the link for the art that we used for posing. It was fun trying to get the right angle on this one. Made him push his cock and balls down for it. The next one was a solo pose of me. I remember I had to find a slightly femme hoodie for it, which I defin...

You will see very quickly the title is a pun. I'm so, so sorry. Absinthe has not been a holiday person, much less a seasonal person. Me, your ever humble Espresso, I'm a seasonal nut. In the fall, autumnal candles come out. For Halloween, spoopy webs and spiders come out. Imagine how crazy I get come Christmas. "Oh, do you put a tree up?" he says. "You ask like I would just put up one," is my response. Anyway, I wanted to take him to a fall thing while he was up here. Texas don't have shit, much less an autumn. So, I planned on showing him what Michiganders do for autumn. I took this motherfucker to his first corn maze! I had been to this place before and had a great time. I knew he would enjoy it. It'd be a unique experience, and we'd have fun. Turns out I lied. Michigan lied to me. It was fucking 90 degrees outside. It was scorching. Michigan lied to me and told Sin fall was hot here, too. Literally, the day after Sin went back to T...

It gets frisky. So, my baby came to visit me again a couple weekends ago, and he had the shittiest time ever at the airport. Cancellation after cancellation. Delay after delay. Being in an airport all day feels physically miserable. I've been there. Done that. Don't want a repeat. When he landed, I kissed the fuck out of him. Then, I decided to take him to a hot tub. To my knowledge, he had never, ever been to one before. Ever. After we were done kissing, I asked him, "What's stronger right now: your trust in me or your tiredness?" After all, he could be too tired for anything at the moment. He said his trust. To the hot tub! I didn't tell him where we were going, but I told him I had made a reservation. Which I had. And we drove down dark roads, and he started guessing. "Sex club? Dance club?" No and no, Absinthe. Fucking pervert. Then the cheesy 80s neon lights appeared for the hot tub place. I showed him in (the wrong door first, t...