This smut is inspired by all the subby boys out there who are thinking about being edged until it’s painful, locked into a chastity cage, or enduring self-enforced denial for torturously long periods of time. Sometimes, when I’m feeling a little bit dominant, I like playing with the other side of my denial kink and telling cute humans that they’re not allowed to orgasm. I like making them wait.
We’re at three weeks until Eroticon, and I am significantly more organised than last year. I have booked train tickets, sorted accommodation, and planned another pre-Eroticon-knicker-shopping adventure with a kinky friend. I’m so excited.
Zebra Rose blogs at KnkStriped, where she received a Top 100 Sex Blogs 2018 New Voices award for her brilliant writing. She posts deliciously hot erotica and as well as introspective essays and her own artwork. You should check out her work, and also follow her on Twitter, @ZebraRoseSub, where she often tweets photos of her beautiful kinky embroidery. She’s an incredible woman who I am honoured to call my friend, and I am incredibly excited to present a guest blog post from her today, all about mental health and disability.
I have the flu, and as a result, my mind went to slightly darker places than usual when writing this piece. I don’t want to fuck right now: I want to be used; I want to fight. Thus, today’s smut features struggle fucking, where partners who have discussed, negotiated and consented to this kind of scene ahead of time to play with coercion and force.
This post didn’t exactly go where I thought it would, but I decided to be brave and share it anyway. When tweeting while drafting it earlier in the week, I advertised this post as about ‘feminism, relationships, and that god-awful heartbeat of hope that makes me writhe in shame’ but that’s no longer quite true.