A green-glass empty wine bottle filled with tiny fairy lights, sitting on a shelf next to a gold Godemiche butt plug.

To understand why this photo is sinful, you’d first need to know that the wine bottle is one I’ve been saving for more than four months. The last sex I had before Christmas was totally unexpected, and I had given up all hope of group-fucking with these particular two cute humans when they ended up in my bed. Sometimes, one needs a little threesome lubrication.Read More →

A black and white photo of my butt, looking peach-like, with a butt plug nestling inside me between my ass cheeks and a Doxy vibrator pushed against my cunt.

In the last few weeks, a personal goal I’ve been working on has involved me taking a lot more photos of my arse than usual. I’ve shared a few of these with friends, and I’ve had several comments on how delightful and peach-like my ass looks. The more I look at the photos, the more I agree with them: my butt looks pretty fucking fabulous.Read More →

Photo of an analogue, old-fashioned alarm clock and a tea cup and saucer.

Today’s Masturbation Monday smut is a little self-indulgent, because it’s what I would have liked to happen to me this morning. On a day when I had to be open and upfront about my mental illness, both at the GP and at a further appointment, I wanted to wake up and be distracted for a few minutes from what I had to face by early morning sex.Read More →

My purple anal beads and little bottle of Liquid Silk lube outside, lying on some lovely green grass in the sunshine.

I’m thinking a lot about playful sex right now. I think a playfulness is incredibly important in any sex, and for me Sinful Sunday gives me a reason to be playful with my sex adventures – and my sex blog. Today, that playful adventure was sneaking my anal beads (which I had with me for… reasons) out of my bag so I could take a photo of the beautiful purple sex toy against the bright green grass.Read More →

Today’s Masturbation Monday smut is – among other things – late. Also I’m not exactly sure that it can be called it counts as festive filth – perhaps it’s more accurately a stream of consciousness. But it’s just possible that it’s an arousing one.Read More →