This week’s tasks include making sure my mini sex kit is up to date for any and all fucking adventures that befall me in the next few weeks. I have successfully stocked up on lube, tissues and wipes, but still need to track down some nitrile gloves. But my mind wondered as I was adding this to my to do list, and arrived at the idea of a dominant enby forcing the queer cis guy at their mercy to fuck himself on their fingers.
The other night I pulled on a shirt that smelled of sweat and sex and realised that I finally had a setting for my bi cis guy and queer trans guy orgasm denial scene. Or more accurately, what fun it would be to play with the morning after that scene, when one of them still really wants an orgasm but can’t resist teasing their dom anyway by wearing his shirt.
I had a lot of fun with this one, which I wrote with one of my biggest 2020 writing goals in mind: writing more explicitly queer erotica. In terms of this piece about angry sex, it means a queer cis woman and a gay trans woman exploring some delicious degradation together, which may or may not be reflective of some of my current fantasies.
Ready for your last piece of festive filth (possibly) from me this year? I’ve spent much of last week playing with the potential hotness of giving a pair of panties as a present, but it took me a while to work out what would happen after the panties got unwrapped.
Today’s festive filth is also late, because I’ve spent much of the last forty-eight hours napping by a fire while wrapped in a fluffy blanket. My day didn’t involve an anal finger fuck (sadly) but I have spent a lot of time thinking about my partners and play partners lubing up their fingers and slowly (very slowly) pushing them inside my ass.