This is part two of my kind-of public sex series. If you haven’t read part one yet, you should do that first. If you have, I hope you enjoy this next instalment – complete with a filthy illustration from Non-Binary Babs! This part features a more public kind of semi public sex, where everyone knows you’re sneaking off to the toilets to fuck.
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A few weeks ago, I went out to dinner with friends. One of our conversations both turned me on and inspired this smut about (semi) public sex where your friends know you’ve just been fucked. Thank you to my brilliant, filthy friends who inspire me to write potentially brilliant, definitely filthy things.
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This post is part of a series I started writing during Smutathon 2020, where I wanted to push myself a little in my filth writing. I’m not sure I’ve entirely captured what I wanted to in this piece, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I really hope I have all my tenses right in this piece, where a cute, nerdy guy in a cardigan surprises my protagonist with a surprisingly dominant fuck.
This post was originally written for Smutathon 2020, where intrepid sex writers from around the world spent twelve hours writing filth to raise money for Endometriosis UK. I didn’t end up writing much smut but we did reach our filthy fundraising goal, which is awesome. This piece features anonymous (ish) university sex and seven fucks.
There’s a guy I haven’t fucked, but who I’ve thought about fucking. I’ve thought about fucking him a lot. Because I haven’t fucked him yet, I dream about fucking him: filthy, explicit dreams that leave me waking up hot and horny, grinding my junk into the sheets in search of friction. Last night I didn’t just dream about this boy but about two of his friends as well. Two of his best friends, who helped me fuck him. For the purpose of this story, let’s call them Oliver and Liam, because I want to talk about how hot it was to watch the boy get fucked by people who know him even better than me.
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