A photo of both of my tits, each with a bow made of black sparkly gems on them, with a black t-shirt pulled up to reveal them and my arm tucked across my body underneath them.

Tie me with a ribbon and give me as a gift. Write instructions on my body, like a fuck manual for them to follow. Let them strip me naked and discover every sound that they can coax from the present you’ve given them. I will blush and squirm as they tease me about how I let myself get wrapped up and gifted as a pretty fuck toy, and I will love every minute of it.Read More →

Photo of the eight pairs of knickers - some lacy, some fancy, some plain - that I wore over the five days of the sex writing conference.

If any of you were expecting a sensible Eroticon round-up post from me, you clearly haven’t been following my work for the last 18 months. Eroticon 2019 was my second year at the brilliant sex writing conference, and it was truly magical. It wasn’t, however, perfect, and I’ve been struggling to write a post that explores how I found the weekend hard as well as showing y’all how much happiness and love the weekend filled me with.Read More →

Black and white photo of the 2017, 2018 and 2019 Eroticon mugs, accompanied by pin badges with 'Reliable pervert' and 'Bottom/Top' written on them.

Today’s Sinful Sunday pays tribute to last weekend’s adventures at Eroticon. You see, the London-based sex writing conference definitely is better when you come, and I’m not quite ready to let go of the endorphin high it left me with quite yet.Read More →

We’re at three weeks until Eroticon, and I am significantly more organised than last year. I have booked train tickets, sorted accommodation, and planned another pre-Eroticon-knicker-shopping adventure with a kinky friend. I’m so excited.Read More →