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 →

A woman with a short afro covering her eyes in embarrassment while smiling. Photo.

The current Kink of the Week topic is humiliation, which delighted me but also presented me with a slight conundrum. This is because I write a lot of light degradation and squirmy embarrassment – and I haven’t totally figured out the subtle differences between these, so please excuse me if I use them without nuance – in my filth. How could I chose just one aspect of humiliation to write about? Instead of one big, coherent post, I’m offering four short vignettes about humiliating orgasms.Read More →

A shaved vulva and public mound, with sticky come stretching between the clit and the hovering finger. Photo.

How is it already the last Thursday in July? Not only am I completely unprepared for July to be over, but there’s less than an hour left in today for me to write and publish a “thinky” post so I can at least pretend to be sticking to my blog schedule this week. And I’m hoping that maybe there’s a bit of ‘un-sexy but important point about sex’ in my attempt to claw some thoughts together.Read More →