Laptop, phone and notepad on a white desk. Graphic.

I’ve been taken notes of brilliant content I’ve consumed (or, more accurately, inhaled) this month, so I thought writing a round-up of July’s best sex-positive shit would be fairly easy. And then I had a stupidly-fucking-long week, wherein I both moved flats and had a mental illness bump (to put it mildly)… all of which leads to a late (and also short) Share Our Shit Saturday Sunday post.Read More →

An old style photo of a woman's dress pulled down to expose her tits. Photo.

Libraries are sacred places to me – they always have been. But their sacredness makes any potential sex that might happen in them even hotter – it’s illicit because it’s forbidden. If you’re in a library, you shouldn’t be fucking. You shouldn’t jerk off while muffling your moans by biting down on your first. You shouldn’t spread your legs and try to pretend you’re reading the book in front of you while someone pushes their fingers inside you. You shouldn’t get down on your knees so you can choke on cock.Read More →

A woman wearing boxers lies back on a bed. Photo.

I love wearing boxers. I own a couple of pairs myself, and am always delightfully aware of my body when I slip them on before pulling on jeans. Boxers make me feel sexy and powerful in a way that the underwear I wear every day doesn’t, and I love the thrill it gives me. They allow me to fuck with gender and societal expectations in a way that I get off on, as well just making me hot because they make me think about sex all. day. long. But there’s something even dirtier (and thus delicious) about wearing my fuck buddy’s boxers.Read More →

A woman lies back on a table with her legs spread, revealling her black underwear and the curve of her thighs. Photo.

I’m still figuring out whether I can balance work and my mental health while maintaining my blogging schedule. However, if I had posted this “on time” (according to my meticulous calendar that ensures I get round to writing all the filth) it would be a very different piece of erotica. This one is inspired by an impact play scene I did where I surprised myself by actually asking the sadist caning me for more horrible, stingy cane strokes.Read More →

Nails dig into the left butt-cheek and pulls them apart to show a bruise on their bottom. Photo.

Earlier this week, my fuck-buddy was delightfully sadistic and (consensually) hurt me a lot. He was almost scarily dominant and he hit me hard and repeatedly. He left me with an tender arse that reminded me of him with every single step I took the next day and – when I looked in the mirror that evening – a hard-earned bruise. My first ever bruise from impact play.Read More →