I know, I know: I’m demanding. And my demands are confusing. First I tell someone off for talking too much, and now I’m saying you’re too quiet. Conflicting information like that is enough to mute anybody completely. But maybe I can tempt you to use your voice by telling you what it actually is I’d like to hear? Continue reading
Dear Mr. Pupil,
Maybe I was naïve to think you actually came to the classes I was teaching because you wanted to learn to dance. Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when you told me the main reason you were there every lesson was so you could shamelessly check out my ass. Maybe I should have stayed professional and respected the teacher-pupil relationship. But I’m so glad I didn’t. Continue reading
You transformed a potentially awkward situation into a highly erotic one. I remember how familiar it felt to hang out with you and your friend. It must have been pretty clear to him that we were about to hook up; your hand just a little too high on my thigh, my legs thrown across your lap, your lips often in my neck. It was obvious. Yet it wasn’t obvious to me that he was planning on joining us. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Kinesthetic Genius,
Whenever I hear somebody say you can tell what somebody’s like in bed by watching them dance, I think of you. Yet the first time I saw you, you weren’t dancing. You were teaching boys how to do summersaults on the beach. You made it look effortless; take a few steps, jump, float for a bit as you circle around yourself and land on your feet again. Smiling. Without breaking a sweat.
The second time I saw you, you boldly introduced yourself by kissing me directly on the lips. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Intimacy Issue,
I am not opposed to casual sex or (anonymous) one-night-stands. I do have one rule though: as long as the sexual encounter lasts, you are mine, and I’ll be yours. I expect you to be present. I expect a certain intimacy, whether tender or raw. This doesn’t mean I want to exclude power dynamics, or humiliation if desired and consensual. This doesn’t mean I want promises for a future. Don’t want to ever see me again afterwards? Fine. But even so, in the moment: be present, be intimate and be mine.
So let me explain to you what lack of intimacy looks like: Continue reading
Dear Mr. Friend with Benefits,
You may not be the only lover to have kissed every inch of my body. But every time your lips touch my skin, your attention feels as if you’re seeing me naked for the first time. Your touch, however, betrays the fact that you know my body very well.
The first time, I was inexperienced and insecure. You on the other hand, had probably already lost count of the women you had slept with. Continue reading