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 kicked today’s ass. However, ass-kicking is exhausting, and I’m now achy and tired and have absolutely no more energy for people. I’m ridiculously proud that I managed to write these words down into a somewhat coherent post of a not-quite-true story about my first face-fucking.Read More →
To me, the idea of saying “you cannot tell lies with a cock in your mouth, little girl” was incredibly hot when I first thought of it. Trying to write a story to use that line in, though, proved a challenge. The end result is a consensual non-consent-y story, featuring a struggle-fuck blow-job in a dirty alley way.Read More →
With half a dozen of filthy stories sitting half-written in my drafts, I’m glad that I was set a writing assignment by a very pretty girl – essentially domming me into actually finishing a blog post. She tasked me to write about wanking or fucking on the sleeper train, and seemed delighted when I proposed the following fantasy…Read More →
Today I desperately wanted someone to cup my tits and play with my nipples, because I was freezing cold and I wanted warm hands squeezing and playing with me. I’m not sure if today’s story is quite as hot or filthy as some of my other erotica, but for anyone who has ever fantasised about a taxi-ride blow job, you’ll love the last line…Read More →