A bitten into doughnut, held delicately between red-painted nails. Photo.

Instead of wriggling on my pleasingly chilly sheets and falling asleep, I’ve dragged myself to my desk to write about the filthy glee I find in fingering someone’s ass. There: I feel better (and more awake) for just writing that sentence. The last couple of days have been filled with butt-sex thoughts – and not only because a very cute human rimmed me a few days ago. Once again there’s a personal edge to today’s filth, as I share some thoughts I’ve recently had about anal fingering.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 →