I’m not sure if my butch girl feels are about being them or getting fingered in public places by them, but I had fun exploring those feelings in this piece. And as much as I’m not saying that anyone should actually do this, I’m super into the idea of being made to come in public places – whether I’m having to hide my orgasm noises or making those noise into a duet…
The title of today’s post is a reference to #ShareOurShitSaturday rather than a comment on the quality of the work I’m sharing. The blog posts I’m sharing today are – in my view – the fucking tits. Ready for a round up of some of January’s sex-positive shit, y’all?
I couldn’t let a Kink of the Week prompt about panties pass without writing something, but today has been a busy. So instead of the essay about how I attach sentimental value to my knickers, or a story about how I have one pair of panties I keep specifically for piss play scenes, here is some short, smutty snapshots.
Sex can be intimate and sex can make you laugh. Today, I’m sharing a real-life snapshot from the sex I’ve had this weekend – wonderful, warm sex with an almost whimsical quality. I’m not sure how hot my description of the moment actually is, but the act of guiding someone into their partner’s cunt was so wonderful that I couldn’t not write about it.
This story is about two consenting adults: Jamie Woods is a twenty-year old first-year student studying Creative Writing and English Literature at an English university. Poppy Stuart is about six years older than her and has just started her PhD – which this semester includes acting as a Teaching Assistant for an undergrad class (though god knows if English universities actually have TAs). The power imbalance between them is what – to me at least – makes this fiction hot. I’m not condoning people actually sleeping with their university lecturers.