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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.
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.
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.
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.
(more…)Instead of wriggling on my pleasingly chilly sheets and falling asleep, I’ve dragged myself to my desk to write about the filthy glee I find in fingering someone’s ass. There: I feel better (and more awake) for just writing that sentence. The last couple of days have been filled with butt-sex thoughts – and not only because a very cute human rimmed me a few days ago. Once again there’s a personal edge to today’s filth, as I share some thoughts I’ve recently had about anal fingering.