Birthday Wishlist for the Coming Year

I did pretty well with last year’s wishes, but this year I’m asking for a lot more. Greedy!

1. I wish to love and be loved in return. A lot and a lot. I want music and romance and hearts and flowers and giddy ridiculousness.

2. I wish for my own pretty apartment and lots of company. I wish for someone good (besides myself) with whom to christen my single-girl bed.

3. I wish for lots and lots and LOTS of PIV sex, until I take it for granted, until it’s not an exotic treat that I have to feel supergrateful for. I’m sure I’ll still be supergrateful, though.

4. I wish for so many more wonderful things to happen to my ass, both inside and out. The Summer of My Ass didn’t go as far as I wanted it to and there’s so much more I want in there.

5. I wish to experience subspace in lots of good, healing, and transcendent ways, to form deep bonds of trust with myself and others.

6. I wish for more festival days full of spiritual awakenings, group shenanigans, fantastic makeout sessions, and yes, more hair-pulling contests, why not?

7. I don’t want to be left out of any more parties because of bitterness, fear, or heartbreak. I want to get closer to more people and be included in more things.

8. I want to see what other miracles my body is capable of.

9. I would absolutely LOVE to find a good rope top who is also handy with a flogger and strap and wants to make out with me a real lot. (Making out is really in all the wishes, I think.)

10. I wish to be collared, not all the time, but some of the time, and for him to tell me that I am his good, sweet girl.

11. I wish for LOTS of rough sex, but here’s the thing—the rough sex guys are the ones I really fall for, so I’m gonna need for them to fall in love back. And then express it by fucking me hard until I cry. (Ps. Universe, please feel free to send another tear-fetish because that is just the coolest thing ever.)

12. I wish for smoothing-over and healing of the hurts of the last year, the last 39, really.

13. I wish to keep shedding the fears that sometimes keep me from being the open, adventurous person and partner that I really want to be.

14. I wish for lots of real dates. That means:

a. He asks and plans.

b. We go somewhere.

c. We do something.

d. He almost always pays.

I’m a princess, y’all, and it’s time to honor it.

15. I want to explore more multiperson scenes/sex. I was born for a penis in each hand, and they are certainly welcome in all the other places, probably at once.

16. I want to keep making more room for intimacy, vulnerability, and fallibility.

17. I wish for the Dream Guy, of course, who is also the Beach Guy.

18. I wish for more beautifully hurty public scenes and as much being naked in public as possible.

19. I want to keep building the sense of community and connection that I’ve been working towards (and sometimes failing spectacularly at) this year. I want to hear people’s stories, be part of their lives, and celebrate our awesome human-ness together.

20. Plus some secret wishes—I promise to tell you if they come true.

Naughty Birthday Wishlist for the Coming Year

1. I wish for a lot more time with Sweetie, both vanilla and otherwise. We haven’t been connecting as much as we’d like lately, and I’d like to have my pretty pink ropes rubbing up against my stuff very soon. Holding her, petting her, and reading library books with her would be good too.
2. I wish (for like the millionth time) for my gentleman rope top. I want to spend a lot of time in a collar, being his. I want to be over his knee, in ropes, struggling or forgetting to struggle, feeling loved and breathless and anchored and warm, and then later, pretty sore. And then I want him to make me mixtapes and tell me I’m adorable and come hang out with Sweetie. Of course, this might be a job for more than one guy, oh darn.
3. I wish to continue the love affair I have been having with my ass. Earlier this year I discovered just how much I like to put things in there when I’m alone, and now I would like others to please put stuff in there as well. “Start with a finger and work your way up, Sir” would be a wonderful thing to say to somebody someday.
4. I wish for no more tanlines next summer, and I nice naked man to go to the beach with, who can throw me around and kiss me in the waves.
5. I wish to go to Floating World with my friend Angelface and see what kinds of hijinx we can get into.
6. I wish for lots and lots and lots of PIV sex. Somehow it tends to get neglected. I need to be held down and fucked silly, I need my head banged up against the headboard, car window, whatever. I want to be so loud that I wake up all of the neighbors and metamours. Also I would like to have a dick in my mouth a lot more often.
7. I wish for more teenage-style making out at concerts and more spankings in parking garages.
8. I wish for many different scenes with many different combinations of people. I’ve been remiss in my unicorn practice, but I’m sure there are a lot of lovely wives who could hold me down while their husbands do god-knows-what to me.
9. I wish to continue falling in love with my body, discovering all the miracles it has to surprise me with.
10. I wish to be set on fire some more, literally and figuratively.