I’ve spent most of today sitting by a Christmas tree while I’ve messed around with various bits of blog admin, eaten chocolate Santas, and generally procrastinated. When I gave up pretending that I was doing anything productive, I laid back and watched the gleam of the fairy lights flick over my body while I rubbed my clit.
Category: Erotica
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Fairy light wanking
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Fluffy pervertable scarf
In autumn, I bought a gorgeous mustard-yellow scarf for myself. It was warm and soft and despite its habit of shedding fluff everywhere I love it. (Seriously, everything is covered in fluff right now, including partners I have fucked since buying the scarf because the fluff travels with me.) I’ve worn it a lot in the last few months, and thus have had plenty of time to come up with lots of deliciously pervy ways it could be used “against” me…
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I don’t care about the cold
Today’s Masturbation Monday smut is – among other things – late. Also I’m not exactly sure that it can be called it counts as festive filth – perhaps it’s more accurately a stream of consciousness. But it’s just possible that it’s an arousing one.
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Star-shaped cutters for mince pies
I have very strong opinions on mince pies. While I accept it is entirely a matter of taste, I don’t like mince pies you can buy from supermarkets, over sweet with sugary pastry. Proper mince pies are ones you make yourself. Whether you agree with me on this or not, however, I think you might enjoy the festive filth which follows, which features knife (or more accurately sharps) play.
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Mistletoe kisses
I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could…