Silhouette of a woman against a blue skin with clouds and pink-gold sunset, holding a scarf above her head that's blowing backwards in the wind.

This isn’t a cry for help, though it is writing-as-therapy. I’d like to be clear that I’m safe: I am coping even though I am struggling. Right now, my depression feels like I’m outside in a thunderstorm and while every rational part of me knows eventually the torrential rain will stop, I’m struggling to believe that the downpour will end. This post talks about suicidal ideation, depression and the darker parts of my mental illness, so please consider this your content warning.Read More →

Photo of an orange sweet pepper, with a prominent green stalk that puts in mind a certain piece of anatomy.

This week, I’ve spent a significant amount of time thinking about dick. Some might say too much time, but I feel it’s a totally valid both as a Smutlancer and as a sex nerd with serious horn. I don’t have anything clever or insightful to say today, so instead I’m sharing a list of all the places I’ve thought about dick this week.Read More →

A photo of a pink knitted clitoris behind held but in front of a sign reading 'Camden Market' and a blue sky.

The Vagina Museum are currently crowdsourcing funds to make the world’s first bricks and mortar museum dedicated to vaginas, vulvas and the gynaecological anatomy a reality. Right now I don’t have much money myself to donate to their crowdfunding efforts, so instead I’m sharing some of the reasons I’m so excited about the Vagina Museum opening.Read More →

A transmasculine gender-nonconforming person sitting on a bed.

I’m going to take a deep breath and NOT apologise for posting this week’s smut a day later than planned. Yesterday was awful and anxiety-filled, and while I think I succeeded I am absolutely exhausted today. Thus my Masturbation Monday smut is short, sweet, and inspired by the idea of a partner ordering me to make them come.Read More →

A photo of both of my tits, each with a bow made of black sparkly gems on them, with a black t-shirt pulled up to reveal them and my arm tucked across my body underneath them.

Tie me with a ribbon and give me as a gift. Write instructions on my body, like a fuck manual for them to follow. Let them strip me naked and discover every sound that they can coax from the present you’ve given them. I will blush and squirm as they tease me about how I let myself get wrapped up and gifted as a pretty fuck toy, and I will love every minute of it.Read More →

A stock photo of a bar, with blurred lights and bottles in the background and a cocktail with ice and mint leaves in it on the bar.

I have no wish to play the game that I’ve written about here, but the idea of making a bet like this – one that ends with someone getting fucked – is a seriously hot one. This isn’t a perfect piece: it’s clumsy and probably not very filthy, but I wanted to push myself and try to capture this idea. Today I’m all about playful challenges, flirty queers, and the idea of a your-arse-literally-on-the-line sex bet.Read More →