A woman lies back on a table with her legs spread, revealling her black underwear and the curve of her thighs. Photo.

I’m still figuring out whether I can balance work and my mental health while maintaining my blogging schedule. However, if I had posted this “on time” (according to my meticulous calendar that ensures I get round to writing all the filth) it would be a very different piece of erotica. This one is inspired by an impact play scene I did where I surprised myself by actually asking the sadist caning me for more horrible, stingy cane strokes.Read More →

A woman with a short afro covering her eyes in embarrassment while smiling. Photo.

The current Kink of the Week topic is humiliation, which delighted me but also presented me with a slight conundrum. This is because I write a lot of light degradation and squirmy embarrassment – and I haven’t totally figured out the subtle differences between these, so please excuse me if I use them without nuance – in my filth. How could I chose just one aspect of humiliation to write about? Instead of one big, coherent post, I’m offering four short vignettes about humiliating orgasms.Read More →

Shadows of legs fall across the black-and-white wooden floor. Photo.

I’m currently playing with my vaginal dilators, which is in general a painful but super fascinating adventure. I definitely plan to blog about it more in the future – after all, what’s the point of having a sex blog if you can’t share your tentative steps into putting things into your cunt? Today, however, you get a stream of filthy thoughts directly from my cunt mind, because my current desire is to feel come dripping out of my cunt.Read More →

Narrow ally way between tall buildings. Photo.

I knew I wanted to write something about knife play this week, but today it was too hot to fuck – or indeed to think about fucking. But is it ever too hot for a mind fuck from a cruel dominant? What I wanted was a mean girl who would grin sadistically as she held my wrists against cold stone until I shivered, and whose pocket-knife would feel cool against my skin…Read More →

Woman's face in pleasure, with eyes open and mouth closed. Graphic.

After a ridiculous-yet-wonderful series of adventures in London, I returned home earlier today horny and with an aching cunt. I always miss my Doxy when I travel, and I spent a significant portion of the afternoon catching up on all the wanking I’d missed over the weekend. Even two orgasms down, however, my cunt isn’t satisfied. This means that today’s smut features forced orgasms (plus a splash of exhibitionism) and may have been written while I was astride my Ruby Glow.Read More →

Hands holding up two chocolate ice creams in waffle cones. Photo.

Sometimes it feels like I am writing the same filthy story, over and over again. The fantasies that loop in my own head evolve slowly, because I linger in each torturously hot thought before it’s replaced. This makes it feel like I’ve written this story – with lots of dirty talk, strong power dynamics, and a hint of consensual non-consent. And because there have been some beautifully warm (or possibly even too hot) days recently, today version of the story is set in an ice-cream parlour. Because yes, I want a good fucking, but I also want ice cream.Read More →