A photo of some fresh, green leaves with bright sunshine shining on them and distorting the photo slightly with its light.

My fingers have spent the last week itching to write again, and so even though my projects aren’t quite finished yet I’m indulging myself by writing a some smut. The weather over the weekend was glorious and I tried to spend as much time outside as possible. It was wonderful, but did make me wonder about what happens when it’s too hot to fuck.Read More →

A green-glass empty wine bottle filled with tiny fairy lights, sitting on a shelf next to a gold Godemiche butt plug.

To understand why this photo is sinful, you’d first need to know that the wine bottle is one I’ve been saving for more than four months. The last sex I had before Christmas was totally unexpected, and I had given up all hope of group-fucking with these particular two cute humans when they ended up in my bed. Sometimes, one needs a little threesome lubrication.Read More →

Glossy magazine pages curled up to make a heart shape.

Photo courtesy of Master’s Eye Welcome to Elust 117– The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #118? Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!   ~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~ A dominant presence He Gripped Her Hand and Centered Her Being alone together.   ~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~ What the fig? Mind and body ~ReadersRead More →

A black and white photo of my butt, looking peach-like, with a butt plug nestling inside me between my ass cheeks and a Doxy vibrator pushed against my cunt.

In the last few weeks, a personal goal I’ve been working on has involved me taking a lot more photos of my arse than usual. I’ve shared a few of these with friends, and I’ve had several comments on how delightful and peach-like my ass looks. The more I look at the photos, the more I agree with them: my butt looks pretty fucking fabulous.Read More →

Silhouette of a woman against a blue skin with clouds and pink-gold sunset, holding a scarf above her head that's blowing backwards in the wind.

This isn’t a cry for help, though it is writing-as-therapy. I’d like to be clear that I’m safe: I am coping even though I am struggling. Right now, my depression feels like I’m outside in a thunderstorm and while every rational part of me knows eventually the torrential rain will stop, I’m struggling to believe that the downpour will end. This post talks about suicidal ideation, depression and the darker parts of my mental illness, so please consider this your content warning.Read More →