An afab person kneels in front of the camera, their shirt pulled up enough to offer a view of their ass and a tuft of pubes between their legs. Photo.

There’s a guy I like. A guy I haven’t fucked but who I’ve dreamed about fucking. A guy who I’ve wanked over but who I don’t really know. A guy who I want to know, because I wanted to be his friend years ago and I still want to be his friend now – it’s just that now I want to be his friend and suck his dick. But I’m not always honest when I text him, because it’s way easier to send him nudes than be vulnerable or (god forbid) needy.Read More →

A dark grey knitted jumper on a hanger in front of a pink background. Photo.

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’veĀ 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.Read More →

An afab person bends over a gravestone, lifting their skirt to show their bare arse. They are next to another, taller, gravestone in an autumn sunlit graveyard covered in yellow leaves. Photo.

This week, in celebration of the five-fucking-hundredth week of Sinful Sunday, we were encouraged us to be our most fabulous photography sexy selves. So – obviously – I got naked in an autumn graveyard.Read More →

A guy in underwear lies on the bed, a woman kneeling over him holding a condom. Photo.

This is the question I kept asking myself. I miss my sex drive. In the past I’ve been told by friends that I have one of the highest sex drives of the people they know. I don’t recognised myself in that description anymore, and I wish I did. I want my sex drive back, but I’m not going to do something stupid to force it to kick back in. Something stupid like having casual sex to fuck my sex drive back to life.Read More →