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.
Category: Erotica
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A different kind of Chirstmas
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Tits and Christmas trees
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.
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Training for a marathon
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…
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All wrapped up for Christmas
Inspired by the wonderful gift that is Exhibit A‘s December Dick Fest, which for those of you who haven’t come across it yet (and if you haven’t, I thoroughly advise that you do go check it out) is a “filthy phallic advent calendar”. It contains some fab photography and some high quality (in my opinion anyway) dick pics. Door number six, however, opened to reveal a photo of a guy wearing some very pretty knickers. This is a sight that I should inform you makes me make a strangled sound of oh god this is very hot. Once I could think coherently again, the idea for this story was born.
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Little whispers
Life may not really be going as planned right now, but I’m really excited to share today’s post. This story was inspired by the fabulous Lessons in Kate‘ story, Girls, and I thoroughly advise you to go and check out her story.