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I’m trying to apologise less. I say sorry a lot: last week I apologised when someone pushed roughly past me on the street and knocked the post-GP-appointment doughnut out of my hand. It’s a much less sexy 2020 goal, but this year I have been trying to be conscious of how often I say sorry.
This photo inspired so many filthy thoughts, especially because I want to grow as an erotica writer and write more smut featuring masc characters right now. The act of shaving (or being shaved, *swoon*) is hot in itself, but today I want to focus on the anticipation that shaving before a big scene can bring. For example, how would it feel if you were preparing for your dominant to lock up your dick in a cock cage?
Patreon: the best way for artists and creators to get sustainable income connect with fans. Unless you create any sort of adult content, of course. Right now Patreon has no problem with me using their platform to help me make audio porn… providing that I don’t link to Patreon from anywhere I also express my sexuality. After almost a month of dealing with this sex-negative censorship, all I want to do is say ‘fuck you Patreon’.
As I write this it’s only eight days until I’ll be in London, trying not to throw up from excitement and nerves. Why? Because Eroticon 2020 is next weekend and this time next Friday I’ll be asking my enboifriend to help me lace myself into a borrowed corset before we head to the Meet and Greet together. But, as always, Eroticon starts with a virtual meet and greet, to help remind us that the conference is closer than any of us realise.
Showing off my new (and very tight) jeans to the sadist I’m flirting with right now gave me the idea for a fuck. A fuck that’s so harsh that every stroke is a painful reminder that I’m their slut. I think that’s something they could dish out – and get off on making me take for them. So I wrote about it, featuring a dominant enby and a slutty transmasc queer at a sex club.
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