Back view of a woman with beautiful long hair raising hands up while standing against blue wall. Photo.

I’m noisy in bed. Ok, not just in bed: partners have teased me in the past for making similar sounds while eating sushi to getting eaten out. While nothing sounds like the giggle I make when someone touches my clit in just the right way, they’re not wrong. I am very vocal in my pleasure. Recently I’ve found something new that makes me make sex sounds – though to me itĀ is sex. I want them to touch my back.Read More →

A transmasculine gender non-conforming person and transfeminine non-binary person kissing

I’m dating someone. I’m in love in a way that I haven’t been before. It’s the kind of love in a way that makes me stronger, the kind of love that I wasn’t looking for when I unexpectedly stumbled into the arms of an incredibly attractive enby who actually likes me back. But in the less fun things that come with navigating my first romantic relationship, I also have to deal with the uncertainty: it’s not that I doubt that they love me – I know they do – but I do know they might not love me forever.Read More →

A purple silicone vibrator sits on a hand. Photo.

I am a huge fan of Rocks-Off’s toys – after all, one of their vibrators gave me my first solo orgasm! – and was delighted to get my hands on the Zeppelina at Eroticon last March. I’d previously admired the steam punk designs of the Dr Rocco’s Pleasure Emporium toys, and the Zeppelina looked like a potentially powerful vibrator that I definitely wanted to play with.Read More →

A woman lies on the floor naked, her arse pointing towards the camera. Photo.

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.Read More →