Thoughts Over Wine

Most of the people I see aren’t paying for sex. They’re paying for permission. Permission to want what they want without apologising for it. Permission to name a desire that’s been sitting dormant, untended to. Permission to be seen, really seen, in their wanting, and to not be met with disgust. Shame does that. It … Continue reading Shame, Kink and Permission

Ah, dear reader, come closer. Well, not too close, we’re here to discuss the potential perils of proximity, not practice it. As a woman of refined and sometimes (okay, often) perverse taste, I’ve cultivated thriving relationships that involve what can only be described as exquisite intimacy. Therefore, I feel qualified to warn you: intimacy with … Continue reading The Art Of Intimacy