Baby, Can I Hold You

Anonymous Confessions vol. 4

October 13, 2025

dating

Would you just ask to meet me already? Stop hinting around it and just tell me a date and time. I’ll say yes.

I find meeting people really hard. Especially lately. I’ve found it to be exhausting and the amount of effort I’d been putting into building connection with others only to meet and for there to be no chemistry or for them to have lied to me about things. Maybe we meet and communication styles changed afterwards. It all leads to disappointment.

So I’ve been struggling lately. I’ve been struggling to maintain enthusiasm to keep meeting people. It’s been hard to motivate myself to keep going with people, when the vast majority of the time it leads nowhere or it crashes and burns spectacularly. I don’t feel I have the energy to keep at it. And I’ve been in this slump for awhile lately.

Which is why things with him have been so lovely.

We’ve only messaged and not for a very long time either. At the time of writing, it’s only been maybe two weeks. But I would say after the first 2-3 days of having messaged him I’d have said ‘yes’ if he’d asked to see me. But he’s not asked yet. And that’s been frustrating.

I know I could have done more to be more straightforward with him about my interest but if I’m honest, I probably don’t have a lot of availability lately. I’m busy. And worse, I’m tired. From work, and family things and I started a new course that has knocked me on my ass.

But during how fucking tedious life stuff has been, I’ve been enjoying my messages with this man. They’re about stuff. About work or films or about parenting or the podcasts I’m listening to. He seems to get my sense of humour which is a good first step. And he makes me smile.

I don’t want to get my hopes up too much because we haven’t met yet. But I am quietly hopeful about this one.

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Sexual Exploration

October 10, 2025

sex

When my marriage fell apart one of the things I really wanted to do was to have new experiences. Whether that was meeting new people, trying new things, or specifically to try new sexual things.

When I met my ex, we each had our own lists of sexual things that we wanted to explore. The items on the list varied and it was more about calling into mind certain things we’d always been curious about as opposed to a ticking off list for the sake of it. I quite enjoyed when he’d use his own initiative to explore a little into areas that I hadn’t even considered.

I haven’t really considered sexual exploration much until recently. I always felt like it mattered more who I was with and the things we wanted to do together. But lately I have realised that there are things I’d like to try or explore. Things that I’ve been curious about and once the idea is in my head I’ve started to think …what will that be like?

I do have a preference for who I’d like to try these things with but I feel like I have to be a realist about it all.

First up, though is a MFM threesome. I can honestly say the idea of it held no appeal to me for years and years. I’m the type of bisexual where if my dream man and my dream woman were standing in front of me, I’d always choose the woman. Since realising my interest in women I think I’ve always known that as much as I love sex and sex with men, I have a preference for women. So it came as somewhat of a shock that the idea of being with two men started creeping into my head.

Having given it more thought, I think this one is about attention. I’m not getting the level of attention that I want and somehow in my brain that has translated into double your chances of getting what you want by doubling the sexual partners in front of you. Who am I to argue?

Next up. For a bit of context, I was in a group chat with a MF couple where the man had a very large penis and she was a bit hesitant about doing anal with him. And eventually she did and she loved it. This isn’t the only reason that anal is on my Sexual Exploration list but it has contributed to it. Anal had been on my list before with my ex but we never got around to it. I had bought an anal douche and everything (it’s still in its box nearly two years later!)

I’ve had anal before exactly twice. The first time, which was a ‘neither one of us are really into this idea but why not find out what it’s like’ sort of thing was not appealing to me at all. The second time I did enjoy but I can’t work out now if I enjoy it because of the act itself or because of the context of how it happened? And I’d like to know definitively.

The third and final act that I have on my list is another that is leftover from my time with my ex. He and I went to a couple of clubs and we did engage in sexual activity in public (and some activity in private that was quite obvious to those nears us!) but I’m not entirely sure what feelings I get about people watching me. I know I like being watched in a one on one setting but I still want to know if it gets me hot to do things in full view of consenting others. I don’t know where I fall with that one. And again, I would like to know.

Do you have anything on your list you’ve been dying to try?

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Sing For You by Tracy Chapman

October 9, 2025

relationships

I listened to Sing For You by Tracy Chapman tonight. It’s one of my favourite songs but it’s a favourite song for a reason.

I’d heard it a bunch of times before. I’d even scribbled one of the lyrics in a notebook I used to carry around – ‘forget the chorus, you’re the bridge‘ and I only ever write down lyrics when they really get under my skin.

I remember there was a time I used to sing for you

When things ended with my ex, we were pretty bad at letting each other go. I created a playlist on Spotify that I shared with him and it ended up being a playlist of songs that made one of us think of the other (we’d already broken up!).

I’d added songs that made me think of him. But he added Sing For You to the playlist. And I remember listening to the song as though listening to it for the first time after he added it. And it kind of was my first time listening to it, listening to it in the context of a relationship ending. And him thinking of me.

I remember crying listening to it that time, thinking of him as he sang to me. It still makes me feel emotional listening to it. And that wave of emotion hit me tonight. There’s such intimacy in singing for someone else.

It’s such a simple, lovely song. It feels so sad. Maybe not sad, maybe bittersweet is the right word. That remembering of a tender moment between people that have probably shared so much together. And it’s now gone. That longing for a time where things could go back to what they were. It feels quite fitting.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t give for one more time when I can sing for you

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A Lovely Time Was Had

October 8, 2025

dating

He asked to meet in a pub halfway between where I lived and where he lived. Later he asked me how long it took me to get there and we both said it had taken us the exact length of time to drive there. It really was right in the middle.

The pub itself was fairly fancy. Like, fancier than I’d normally have gone to. But it was cute. When he arrived he sat opposite and as soon as he sat down he had me in peals of laughter. I thought later I hope he doesn’t think I’m laughing at him but this thing that happened really tickled me and I got a fit of the giggles.

What followed was hours and hours of great conversation, more laughs. This had been the third time I’d seen him socially though the first time I’d met him one-on-one and I realised that I didn’t know much about him. I didn’t know what he did for work or what his hobbies and interests were. I knew he was kind and very genuine from our previous interactions. Attentive.

And those things came out over drinks that day. I don’t know how or when I developed such a thing for kind, caring men but I do. I get a surge of emotion when someone else looks out for me, physically or emotionally. I can’t even give an example of it in our conversation but it felt like time after time he would say or do something that made me feel looked after. Safe.

Plus I just liked looking at his face for several hours. He had an easy smile, an interest in me, a way of looking that made me realise his entire focus was on me during the time we were together. And that’s a nice feeling, to have someone’s full attention.

Later, we gave up our table and ended up on a sofa near the bar with another drink and instead of being opposite, we sat next to each other, one or both of us shrinking the distance between us just that little bit until we were pressed thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder.

It was probably because of this that conversation turned to more intimate things. I’d met him on two previous occasions where he had the company of two different women and I enjoyed listening to how non-monogamy worked for him. It was reassuring to hear how he talked about women, about how he described his relationship with non-monogamy.

We talked about me being both demisexual and reciprosexual. Some of my own experiences and challenges with rejection. He was very honest in saying that he struggles with rejection and that it can be hard to be as straightforward as I need someone else to be when it comes to knowing if I had any kind of sexual attraction towards him. But he did it in the end, bless him. I think some part of my brain understood the physical contact between us as at least a hint towards his interest in me. But it’s still nice to hear it. There is perhaps something that he said that I’m still pondering, it’s still tumbling around in my head and I don’t know what to make of it. But when he did say the words, I did think I could probably see it.

We’d both been away for a lot longer than expected so we managed to go out the staff exit which was nearer to our cars and had a bit of a kiss saying goodbye. And it was lovely. He’s a lovely man.

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What Do I Want?

October 7, 2025

sex

I’ve been thinking about you all day. I like closing my eyes and trying to recall all the details of you. I’ve done this a few times before because we don’t see each other that often.

I start at the top, imagine what your hair looks like. Shorter the last time I saw you from the times before. Your eyes, the way your mouth looks like when you smile, the way it looks as you’re close to climax…

No, that’s skipping ahead.

I try to think about what your neck looks like, your shoulders. I try to cast my memories back to naked cuddles after sex for this and I think I do a pretty good job. I think of the hair on your chest. I wonder if I remember what your chest looks like from you being over me during sex or if I’m recalling pictures I’ve seen of you? I’m hoping it’s the former but I’m not ruling out the latter.

I’ve got a pretty good idea that my mental image of your dick is fairly accurate. I think I’ve got your thighs down but everything below your knees is hazy. I don’t think your feet even exist in my brain.

Once your image is in my head I like to think of you very briefly in ways that you’ve maybe done but I’m not 100% sure. I’ve thought of you standing naked at the corner of my bed stroking yourself as you look at my naked body on the bed. I like this thought a lot.

It’s at about this time that I take off my leggings and underwear. Turn on the vibration right at the tip of my toy and use just the tip to rub against my clit.

I can’t hold images in my head for long of things that might not have happened. So from then on I think of my actual memories of you. But the memories come at different times. The first time you unzipped yourself in front of me and I thought ‘oh fuck me’ at your size.

And as soon as I think this I slide the toy into me and turn on the g-spot vibration to see how that feels.

I think about the first time we properly kissed and it felt like I’d been struck by lightning. I think about the times you’ve made this groan of pleasure at how wet I am for you. Being pressed against a wall as you fingered me while I was wearing some scrap of lingerie. The feel of you inside of me. The look you give me as you’re fucking me.

I think about your voice? Have I ever told you how much I love your voice?

I think of it all the time. I think about the things you say to me all the time. If I weren’t so shy I’d ask you for a voice note. Doesn’t even have to be sexual, anything would do.

But the thing I think about this time is you asking me ‘what do you want?’

You asked me the last time and I found it difficult to answer. I didn’t know what I wanted then, just to feel good. But now with the clit vibration on my toy on, I can feel the build up, that almost orgasm feeling I get and I think about what I want.

I think about answers I’ve given to the question before. To be kissed, for your fingers on my clit while fucking me. To be held down. An answer I didn’t give out loud but only thought before was that I wanted you closer to me, I wanted to be pressed against you.

But it’s not what I want in this moment. I know that I’m staying fairly shallow in what I want with those answers and when I think about the question deeper, when I’m not distracted by your physical presence is when I can answer more honestly.

What do you want?

And it’s like my brain struggles to answer. I know what I want but it’s like I don’t want to admit it. Not even to myself. But the thoughts creep into my brain unbidden anyway.

It’s not even that I want you to use the words ‘good girl’ though I do think those specific words.

I know I want praise of some sort. It doesn’t have to be that.

But tell me something. Tell me I feel good. That you like fucking me.

Tell me that you miss me.

That you think of me when we’re not together.

Tell me you look at my lingerie pics and think of me when you pleasure yourself.

When I think ‘tell me I’m yours’ I start to cry.

My brain can’t process that one. So it chooses not to.

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Anonymous Confessions vol. 3

October 6, 2025

dating

I quite like you. But as you’ve never given any sort of indication that you’re into me it will continue to be one of those unrequited crushes on my side. That’s okay.

There’s someone that I interact with on the forums online that is cute and funny. He takes good pictures, he can respond in a lighthearted jokey way sometimes, he can answer using emotion and deep feelings other times. He comes across as someone quite lovely and decent and (even though I hate the word) genuine.

He’s also quite flirty. But I like that. I feel like I feel more comfortable around flirty people. I haven’t given that much thought until just this second but I think it’s true.

I met him a couple of months ago in a large social gathering. And he was just as cute and funny and lovely and decent in person too. I was slightly nervous in the group gathering and I remember after we’d said hello to each other and then moved apart to talk to others, occasionally I’d look up and see him looking at me and once he mouthed ‘are you okay?’ at me and I thought he’s very kind. I fucking love kindness in a man.

And maybe that’s it? That’s at the heart of things?

Because he hasn’t ever expressed a sexual interest in me, my crush isn’t sexual. I can’t imagine the two of us kissing or being naked. It’s not that for me.

I know from things he’s posted online that he can feel strong things about women and lately they haven’t really worked out for him. Maybe it’s just that I like him as a person and I’d like to see him happy?

Whatever it is, I don’t mind. I’m not over here burning up at the idea that my feelings for someone aren’t reciprocated. I’m not bent out of shape because I’m into him and he only answers my private messages every few weeks. It’s none of that. I’m really okay with how things are.

It feels nice sometimes to have a crush. To have some place to steer some big feelings towards and for it be fairly harmless, to go nowhere, for it to not mean that much. Just holding onto lovely, warm feelings about another person.

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Recent Changes

October 3, 2025

sex

Have I mentioned that I have a ridiculously high sex drive? I don’t even think I have a high sex drive for a woman, I think it’s just high generally.

But I do have dips in my sex drive where I’m not that interested. This is usually tied in with my mood or stress at work or with family. But lately? I have realised that I had recently been in one of those dips without knowing it and I’ve crested over to the other side of it.

I’m horny all the time lately. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I’m going to the office more frequently (which makes me unhappy) and I’ve started a new course (which makes me constantly exhausted). It doesn’t feel like an optimal time for a surge in arousal.

And yet here we are.

I can sort of pinpoint some of the reasons for this surge. And they’re usually down to being aware of my emotions, being able to express those emotions to the relevant people and usually for a sense of emotional connection with others.

God, I get so aroused by emotional connection.

So, with that in mind, I’ve been masturbating more often lately. It’s not like it used to be. Before things ended with my ex, I’d masturbate daily. Usually twice daily. Sometimes three times. And I’d usually use my fingers and I’d go at it anytime I had a few minutes to myself, take the edge off a bit and then carry on with my day.

These days I need to make more of a meal of it. These days I’ll spend a lot more time thinking of past sexy experiences. Sometimes I’ll use the fact that I like dressing in lingerie and taking selfies in them helps. Occasionally I’ll watch (or listen) to porn. But what I’m looking for is walking down a path of arousal before I touch myself.

Then I get into bed and pull out my toys. I never orgasm on my own but I feel excited that I’m at a point again where my body feels electric again. From the possibility of pleasure. I’m hopeful.

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Body Insecurity

October 2, 2025

sex

I had a first message from a man the other day that just said ‘I really like your boobs, they’re so tidy and neat’ and I’ll tell you, after I read it I did immediately have a look at some of my pictures to see if ‘tidy and neat’ is a description I could agree with. On this one particular website I do have some quite revealing lingerie pictures and there are plenty of pictures of my boobs.

And I’m going to say ‘tidy and neat’ sums them up fairly well. It’s amusing to me, but also probably accurate.

It’s been interesting thinking about my body and how I feel about it lately. I feel like I grew up in a family and school situation where there was a war on against my body from all types of people. This is aside from growing up in a time where famous women were being targeted for being overweight who weren’t at all, they just weren’t stick thin.

So I feel like I’ve had an uphill battle to appreciate my body. I still remember the traumas of comments growing up. Someone slapping my thigh when I was in the car next to them and calling out my ‘thunder thighs.’ My dad telling me that all the women in our family ended up in wheelchairs when they’re older due to being overweight (as a thinly veiled hint that I was creeping up on what he felt was an acceptable weight for me).

Boys in school would tell me I’d be ‘almost’ pretty if not for my glasses, my freckles, my hair, my chubbiness.

Ex-lovers who would comment on how my boobs point outwards, that have mentioned the slight size difference. That have voiced their opinions on the size of my nipples, the size of my labia. The skin colour difference in intimate areas.

It felt normalised for awhile that other people could comment on women’s bodies. That nobody was exempt from this. I was told I had love handles, that I should work on my ‘hip dips’ that my ‘problem areas’ were my stomach, hips and thighs.

I don’t know how or when things started to change. I knew that when I started going on dates again after my separation I worried about my appearance. That I’m not pretty enough, that I’m not sexy enough. I worried about the size of my boobs and nipples, my thighs, my stomach. I worried that I wouldn’t be ‘enough’ for my sexual partners. And how sad is that?

After that, I transitioned into a phase where I thought I must look sexy because men are having sex with me. So if other people are attracted to my body then there must be something in that.

I remember having a conversation with my ex before we met? I don’t recall the timeline very well anymore but we talked about things we didn’t feel as confident about ourselves and when he and I did meet and we did end up being naked and having sex with each other that if he didn’t outright say something complimentary about the things I’d mentioned he’d lightly run his fingers over those areas, maybe even kiss them. To show me with actions and sometimes words that all those things I dislike about myself are things that he loved about me.

And somehow here I am. And I think my body is pretty great. It isn’t perfect. I have stretch marks on my ass and a scar that probably only I really notice in between and just below my breasts. My upper thighs rub against each other, I have a stomach, my hips look lumpy from certain angles. And now I don’t think ‘if he likes me, I must be all right.’

Now I think I look pretty great. And it’s my opinion and my thoughts on my own body that matter. Other people can like too, they have good taste. But that’s secondary to what I think about myself.

I take pictures now of my face, of my boobs in scraps of lingerie. I take pictures from different angles that show my belly, my hips, the size of my thighs, the expanse of my ass and it’s been a tough transition into one where I think ‘yes, this is my body and I love it’ but I do.

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Anonymous Confessions vol. 2

October 1, 2025

relationships

I had some feedback recently to say that my post Anonymous Confessions was a bit confusing.

The person giving me feedback read it and thought that the confessions were referring to the same person … when in fact it was about 6 different people.

So for that reason I’m going to try this again. Please consider this a short series of blog posts as I further explain my initial blog post!

We aren’t friends that talk or message all the time but I feel a deep kinship with you. You’re my people. And your encouragement and belief in me more than my own makes me feel bigger, braver. And I’m so grateful to you for that.

Starting with this confession. Do you ever just have that amazing, beautiful, incredibly wise friend who tells you just the right things at just the right times? Where she absolutely knows what needs to be said and says it in the most perfect, concise way without any bullshit. Knowing that we’re friends enough that I’ll take whatever life advice she gives me?

I hope you have a friend like this.

I wrote this confession for a friend of mine where, as mentioned, we might not see each other that often, we might not message each other regularly, but good lord is my life a better place for having her in it.

There’s no sexual undertones here which is a change from my ‘typical’ friendship. Instead we have one of those friendships where I hope that we challenge each other. Make each other think and feel in a different way. But at the same time share some laughs and bond over our similarities even if it’s our differences which makes our friendship work so much.

Again, it can’t be said enough, I’m enormously, ridiculously happy to have this type of friendship in my life.

I feel like sex, dating, relationships, life just generally can be so confusing. And there isn’t anything more valuable than a good friend to bounce things off, to share. To commiserate. To laugh with.

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First Impressions

September 30, 2025

dating

Have you ever met someone and your first impression of them is that you’re unlikely to get to a place where you’re attracted to them? And then something happens and you change your mind?

I met this guy over the summer. It was only briefly. We did have quite a short conversation at a party and I guess the reason that I figured I couldn’t be attracted to him is that he seemed incredibly energetic. Words were falling out of his mouth as though he couldn’t control them. He was complimentary but he almost took those comments over the line. Almost but not quite.

He messaged me after the party to apologise for his behaviour and to say that he isn’t normally like that, that he’d like to see me on my own sometime, would I be interested in meeting him for a coffee? I can’t remember if I outright said ‘no’ at the time – but that was essentially my answer. No. That first impression meant I couldn’t really see me and him as anything other than chaos. I feel like my vibe or tone or whatever you want to call is fairly relaxed, low-key. I’m not high energy and I don’t know what I’d do with someone who was bouncing off the walls.

But months later, I ran into him again. The circles we run in are small and incestuous so of course I ran into him again. And it was different. He was different.

And can you believe I have such a raging crush on this man now?

I knew he was cute beforehand. But the whole differing energy thing really put me off so much that I almost didn’t even see it. But I saw it the other night. He was composed, calm, relaxed. And in that state of calmness, he was charming, respectful.

He smiled at me. And when he was talking with me he’d lean closer to my ear, or he’d touch my arm in that way that touchy feely people do when they’re saying something important and want to use touch as another way of connecting. (I love those people)

He was with a woman friend and I actually just really loved how he was with her too. (We’re all ethically non monogamous so the fact that he was with her doesn’t mean much to any of us!) It was almost like I could see in the way he was with her how it could be if we were out in the evening somewhere and I don’t know. It seemed pretty nice.

I can’t tell at this point if I’m into him specifically or if I’m just into the idea of him. Do I want him to smile at me and pay attention when I’m speaking or do I want someone generally to do those things? How can one tell, really? Someone educate me. I need it.

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