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Wax play is something I’d never considered – or, to be honest, really heard of – until a few months ago. However, having explored it a little and read other people’s blog posts discussing it, it’s now something I really want to try! This scene involves a discussion where a new kink is explored: a conversation I can imagine myself having, to be honest. I’m not absolutely sure this totally qualifies for a Kink of the Week post, but please click on the lips below and check out what everyone else has been getting up to for this prompt!Read More →

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I knew I wanted to write tonight, but was struggling to focus on just one idea. I texted a friend to ask for a prompt and while they didn’t have anything to suggest, I did remember an idea I shared with them a few months ago. Wine and wanking followed, while I edited my writing. So, let’s set the scene. I’m lying in bed next to you, after an afternoon of fucking. Sun is streaming through the window, and I’ve just had an idea…Read More →

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An image of a luscious-looking red apple being peeled with the blade of a knife.

This is my second attempt to participate in Kink of the Week, and I had a lot of fun exploring my thoughts about cutting or tearing clothes by writing this story. The story does explore consensual non-consent in the form of a carefully negotiated scene occurring between two consenting women. Please go and look at all the other utterly fabulous submissions by clicking on the image at the bottom of the post.Read More →

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This was written for Exhibit A‘s song lyrics erotica writing challenge. I went with the prompt ‘WHAT’S THE POINT IN ALWAYS LOOKING BACK?’ and inspired by a real-life filthy happening, I had a lot of fun playing with words this evening. It definitely pushed me to explore new ideas. I hope you enjoy it!Read More →

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A plate of cookies in the shape of butts, with fancy icing knickers piped on to them.

Somewhere, there is a guy who insists that I have stolen a pair of his boxers. I haven’t, but considering the number of times I have held them over my face and deeply inhaled, I do see why he holds this mistaken belief. Frankly, I struggle to understand why he wouldn’t have stolen some of my knickers; personally, I love the way I smell.Read More →