A pretty young afab person with round glasses and full lips wears a rainbow turban and a red shirt. They are smiling against a white wall. Photo.

When they go low, we monetise our pain. I said it a friend back in November: when they go low, we invest in ourselves and get paid to write about the things they hate about us. I meant it as a joke, but for all else 2020 has been it’s been the year when I stepped into my trans identity and I’m really fucking proud of that.Read More →

A person with a vagina sits with his legs spread, touching his junk. He is wearing a t-shirt with the words 'slut for kindness' on it pulled up to show one tit. Photo.

“And the more I hold myself close and fully embrace who I am, the more I dream, the more my heart grows and the more I thrive.” ~ Elliot PageRead More →

An afab person kneels in front of the camera, their shirt pulled up enough to offer a view of their ass and a tuft of pubes between their legs. Photo.

There’s a guy I like. A guy I haven’t fucked but who I’ve dreamed about fucking. A guy who I’ve wanked over but who I don’t really know. A guy who I want to know, because I wanted to be his friend years ago and I still want to be his friend now – it’s just that now I want to be his friend and suck his dick. But I’m not always honest when I text him, because it’s way easier to send him nudes than be vulnerable or (god forbid) needy.Read More →

A dark grey knitted jumper on a hanger in front of a pink background. Photo.

This post is part of a series I started writing during Smutathon 2020, where I wanted to push myself a little in my filth writing. I’m not sure I’ve entirely captured what I wanted to in this piece, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I really hope I have all my tenses right in this piece, where a cute, nerdy guy in a cardigan surprises my protagonist with a surprisingly dominant fuck.Read More →

An afab person bends over a gravestone, lifting their skirt to show their bare arse. They are next to another, taller, gravestone in an autumn sunlit graveyard covered in yellow leaves. Photo.

This week, in celebration of the five-fucking-hundredth week of Sinful Sunday, we were encouraged us to be our most fabulous photography sexy selves. So – obviously – I got naked in an autumn graveyard.Read More →