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When I start thinking about them, my chest gets tight and my eyes start smarting. It hurts, and I can’t get away from that pain yet. It’s too raw, too all-consuming. I try not to think about them, because thinking about them feels like someone’s ripping my heart out through my throat. You know when it’s hard to think about your broken heart? When you’ve stuck a massive chunk of silicone in your arse and are trying to work out if it feels good. (Spoiler: it does.) Enter the , a vibrating butt plug.Read More →

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In: Filthy ones, January Jumpstart 2020

The last six months have marked a significant increase in the amount of butt stuff I’ve experienced when it’s my arse that’s being played with. I’m still building up what I can take when comes to anal play, but if my body is up for it I’ve discovered that I really like it – especially the feeling of a butt plug pushing inside my ass.Read More →

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Two people sit in front of a Christmas tree, holding glasses of champagne. Photo.

We’re back on track with festive filth today, and I am again exploring the idea of bets that decide who gets to top that night. Especially when the winner gets to claim an ass fuck of some sort, because rough butt sex forfeits feel deliciously mean. Also, can you tell I’m really into making subby boys wear butt plugs just now?Read More →