Recently I texted a friend that I was writing about anal sex in coffee shops. I clarified that I was writing about anal sex while sitting in a coffee shop, but he suggested that I should write about having anal sex in coffee shops. So here’s some filth about fucking in coffee shop toilets – I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m sure he will.
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This post is part of a series I started writing during Smutathon 2020, where I wanted to push myself a little in my filth writing. I’m not sure I’ve entirely captured what I wanted to in this piece, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I really hope I have all my tenses right in this piece, where a cute, nerdy guy in a cardigan surprises my protagonist with a surprisingly dominant fuck.
This week’s tasks include making sure my mini sex kit is up to date for any and all fucking adventures that befall me in the next few weeks. I have successfully stocked up on lube, tissues and wipes, but still need to track down some nitrile gloves. But my mind wondered as I was adding this to my to do list, and arrived at the idea of a dominant enby forcing the queer cis guy at their mercy to fuck himself on their fingers.
It’s Anal August, so it’s the perfect month (from a sex-blogger-content point of view!) to explore butt fingering while fucking in a hotel room. Welcome to a super long post about my recent adventures in anal fingering, and why it was a fucking beautiful moment.
I have attempted double vaginal penetration with my play partners during my first time at a sex club, but the only element of that adventure that I’ve used here is using the idea of hard cocks and dildos for achieving double penetration – or rather, in this case, one of each. This filth is very BDSM-y, and features a little bit of consensual domming-into-doing-something-the-sub-finds-scary-but-isn’t-a-hard-limit, which I don’t have better words to describe than that.