I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could…Read More →

It was the Pet Shop Boys who introduced me to Always on My Mind, the lyrics of which inspired my Share Our Shit Saturday theme this week. Simply put, the blog posts I’m sharing this week are on topics that have been – as you may have guessed – on my mind in this last week or so.Read More →

A man with his jeans pulled down enough that you can see his boxers. Black and white photo.

I know I don’t do Kink of the Week “wrong” because I talk about SSRIs or self-harm instead of writing about the ways the kink in question turns me on. It’s not any more “wrong” than when it inspires me to publish filthy-yet-fictional erotica. However, it still surprises me when it leads me in distinctly unerotic directions. Like today: I could talk forever about how hot men in panties are, but somehow this blog post centred around my delight in heteroflexible men.Read More →

Last week, I thought I was going to get hit (very, very consensually) with someone’s belt. It turns out they actually had a far more deliciously twisted idea of how to use it, which I really enjoyed. I began this story even before that, and I can’t tell if it is a little darker, a little more edgy, than my usual erotica.Read More →

I’ve tweeted a little bit about my adventures this week. In case you missed that, I had fun. The kind of fun that involves pain and belts and nipple pinching. Oh, and admitting that I’d never had someone leave a love bite on my body, and being asked if I’d find it hot if he gave me one where the mark could be seen.Read More →