As we approach Christmas, I have been horrified to find that some people I considered to possess excellent taste consider a Christmas pudding to be superior to a Yule log. I’m being as serious with this statement as one can be about festive desserts, of course, but the debate sparked an idea. To correct the whole of Twitter, though, the perfect Christmas sweet treat is a mince pie, and if anyone writes me a piece of erotica involving mince pies they will be declared The Best.Read More →

Look! I did something organised and have assembled four beautiful Christmassy posts to share today for #SoSS. This rare preparedness might well be due to insomnia, but I’m happy that it allows me to share some of my favourite sex blogger Christmas-ness. So, having posted my contribution to Share Our Shit Saturday, I’m going to have a nap.Read More →

Over Christmas I’m in a period of orgasm denial that would be a lot hotter if the chastity was being enforced by a dominant rather than a lack of privacy. There are many pieces of festive filth filling my head, but this is a very personal fantasy. Before you read on, I’d like to add a content warning for discussion of depression and suicide.Read More →

This scene is inspired by something I heard, or maybe misheard, last weekend. Something that might never have been a possibility outside of my own head, and where the idea took root because I wanted it to be a possibility.Read More →

I’m really missing my laptop, but despite this there are a thousand filthy thoughts whirling around in my head so I’ve attempted to get some of them down on paper. A friend has predicted that the amount of erotica I post will increase while I’m at my parents’ house over Christmas, so this is the first of those. A tribute to guys in running gear who I want to do bad things to…Read More →