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 →

I love watching the Great British Bake Off. Sometimes it inspires me to bake, to make pear-and-chocolate-upside-down cake, pecan pie, or petit fours. Sometimes it inspires me to do something entirely different: to fuck in that now-famous tent in wonderfully filthy ways.Read More →

I feel the need to start this post by saying no matter how hot this fantasy is for me, it is exactly that: a fantasy. In real life, I would find this kind of pick-up scene abhorrent – and that’s definitely why it turns me to explore it in the form of filthy writing.Read More →