Rope isn’t a major kink of mine, or at least not in the way I thought it might be before I actually tried it. Rather than being into rope play, I find that restraints – especially quick, easy ones – can work into the kink scenes I love. However, this filth is a fictionalised account of some scenes that may have featured during last week’s fucking, written about with the knowledge and consent of my partner.
It’s Anal August, so it’s the perfect month (from a sex-blogger-content point of view!) to explore butt fingering while fucking in a hotel room. Welcome to a super long post about my recent adventures in anal fingering, and why it was a fucking beautiful moment.
Last night I dreamed about frantic masturbation. I cannot remember why I was jerking off so urgently in my dream, but upon waking up I found I was eager to continue rubbing my cunt under the sheets. This lead to my belated filth for this week featuring desperate wanking, the threat of impact play, and a humiliating mind-fuck.
This particular piece of smut (inspired by a throwaway line in this – unfinished – filthy story) counts as one of the pieces that I really pushed myself to finish. In the end, I’m glad I did, because I think I created something fun – even if it’s imperfect as fuck (and too long – again!). Read on for an alleyway blow job and a little humiliation.
(more…)It’s summer, and all I can think about is fucking. Even when it’s too hot to fuck, the heat just seems to be making me more and more horny. My mind is filled with filthy thoughts and I’ve pulled a few of these together to share with y’all here, in lieu of a blog post that requires me to think of coherent points. I’m far too turned on for that.