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.
Somehow we’re ten whole months through 2020, so it’s time for me to share my favourite sex-positive shit from October.
This is the question I kept asking myself. I miss my sex drive. In the past I’ve been told by friends that I have one of the highest sex drives of the people they know. I don’t recognised myself in that description anymore, and I wish I did. I want my sex drive back, but I’m not going to do something stupid to force it to kick back in. Something stupid like having casual sex to fuck my sex drive back to life.
No. The short answer is no, no I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I wet the bed last night. That didn’t stop the horrified shame that spread though me when I woke up to find that while I’d peed in my dream I’d pissed in real life as well. For the first time in almost two decades I’d wet myself.
This post was originally written for Smutathon 2020, where intrepid sex writers from around the world spent twelve hours writing filth to raise money for Endometriosis UK. I didn’t end up writing much smut but we did reach our filthy fundraising goal, which is awesome. This piece features anonymous (ish) university sex and seven fucks.