I have very strong opinions on mince pies. While I accept it is entirely a matter of taste, I don’t like mince pies you can buy from supermarkets, over sweet with sugary pastry. Proper mince pies are ones you make yourself. Whether you agree with me on this or not, however, I think you might enjoy the festive filth which follows, which features knife (or more accurately sharps) play.Read More →

I was delighted that Hot Octopus agreed to send me their Queen Bee (with PulsePlate Technology™!) to review. I had a chance to see their next-generation clitoral stimulator – and hear brilliant things about it – at Eroticon in March, and I was really excited to get my hands on my own Queen Bee. It definitely lived up to my expectations.Read More →

Today is a filthy poetry day, because I couldn’t concentrate to writing yesterday – I was filled with anticipation for the evening’s sex date, which itself was filled with twisted adventures. It was an interlude, with cocks, and it was delightful. And now I really need to go and wash my hair!Read More →

I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could…Read More →