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

You’ve met the characters in this story before, at the end of my airport fuck-toy smut. I knew then that I wanted to write about them again, and am honestly surprised that I haven’t shared more of their (fictional) kinky adventures sooner. It’s also, just possible, that this story was inspired by the fact I wanted to spend Sunday being soundly spanked. Read More →