Today I concluded a ridiculously busy four days by – predictably – entirely missing the book festival event I had a ticket for. However, that was far from the lowest point for me in the last twenty-four hours…Read More →
Sometimes it feels like I am writing the same filthy story, over and over again. The fantasies that loop in my own head evolve slowly, because I linger in each torturously hot thought before it’s replaced. This makes it feel like I’ve written this story – with lots of dirty talk, strong power dynamics, and a hint of consensual non-consent. And because there have been some beautifully warm (or possibly even too hot) days recently, today version of the story is set in an ice-cream parlour. Because yes, I want a good fucking, but I also want ice cream.Read More →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Audio porn project – now live!
