Last night I dreamed about frantic masturbation. I cannot remember why I was jerking off so urgently in my dream, but upon waking up I found I was eager to continue rubbing my cunt under the sheets. This lead to my belated filth for this week featuring desperate wanking, the threat of impact play, and a humiliating mind-fuck.
This particular piece of smut (inspired by a throwaway line in this – unfinished – filthy story) counts as one of the pieces that I really pushed myself to finish. In the end, I’m glad I did, because I think I created something fun – even if it’s imperfect as fuck (and too long – again!). Read on for an alleyway blow job and a little humiliation.
I feel like I’ve been really personal with the most recent handful of filth I’ve shared: I’m not only writing about things that I find desperately hot, but about what I’m desperate for my play partners to do to me right now. This week’s intimate craving is very specific, and I hope I’ve captured how tense my body is with hunger right now. A hunger for you to fuck me with your words and make me work for your cock.
I’m still figuring out whether I can balance work and my mental health while maintaining my blogging schedule. However, if I had posted this “on time” (according to my meticulous calendar that ensures I get round to writing all the filth) it would be a very different piece of erotica. This one is inspired by an impact play scene I did where I surprised myself by actually asking the sadist caning me for more horrible, stingy cane strokes.
I knew I wanted to write something about knife play this week, but today it was too hot to fuck – or indeed to think about fucking. But is it ever too hot for a mind fuck from a cruel dominant? What I wanted was a mean girl who would grin sadistically as she held my wrists against cold stone until I shivered, and whose pocket-knife would feel cool against my skin…