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.
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.
Sitting down to write, my inspiration for this smut was simply leather boots. I don’t think I have a leather kink but I definitely have feelings about boots, and I’m delighted by the filth that ended up spilling from my fingers. Read on for smut that include humiliation, exhibitionism, and a kinky dinner party.
I have attempted double vaginal penetration with my play partners during my first time at a sex club, but the only element of that adventure that I’ve used here is using the idea of hard cocks and dildos for achieving double penetration – or rather, in this case, one of each. This filth is very BDSM-y, and features a little bit of consensual domming-into-doing-something-the-sub-finds-scary-but-isn’t-a-hard-limit, which I don’t have better words to describe than that.
Today’s smut is very self-indulgent, because after hours of trying to write something filthy or clever, I ended up writing the scene I’d be using to get off today if I had the privacy for a wank. I’m nervous about this one, because while I’ve begun exploring my pee-holding kink in play, I haven’t done so in my writing before. If piss play isn’t your thing you might want to skip this one, but to me the hot thing in this smut is the control… It also includes degradation.