Right now I’m in significant amounts of pain and feel extremely gross. I’m feel more present in my body than I have for a while, but I also don’t want anyone to touch me. My libido has begun to increase, however, so I want to fuck again, just without any touching. This femdom filth is inspired by this idea.
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…
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.
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.
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. (more…)