I was delighted that Hot Octopus agreed to send me their Queen Bee (with PulsePlate Technologyâ„¢!) to review. I had a chance to see their next-generation clitoral stimulator – and hear brilliant things about it – at Eroticon in March, and I was really excited to get my hands on my own Queen Bee. It definitely lived up to my expectations.Read More →

Today is a filthy poetry day, because I couldn’t concentrate to writing yesterday – I was filled with anticipation for the evening’s sex date, which itself was filled with twisted adventures. It was an interlude, with cocks, and it was delightful. And now I really need to go and wash my hair!Read More →

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 →