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 →

Photo of the eight pairs of knickers - some lacy, some fancy, some plain - that I wore over the five days of the sex writing conference.

If any of you were expecting a sensible Eroticon round-up post from me, you clearly haven’t been following my work for the last 18 months. Eroticon 2019 was my second year at the brilliant sex writing conference, and it was truly magical. It wasn’t, however, perfect, and I’ve been struggling to write a post that explores how I found the weekend hard as well as showing y’all how much happiness and love the weekend filled me with.Read More →

Photo of an analogue, old-fashioned alarm clock and a tea cup and saucer.

Today’s Masturbation Monday smut is a little self-indulgent, because it’s what I would have liked to happen to me this morning. On a day when I had to be open and upfront about my mental illness, both at the GP and at a further appointment, I wanted to wake up and be distracted for a few minutes from what I had to face by early morning sex.Read More →