Ready for more not-quite-public sex? This one’s all about exhibitionism and being fucked so hard that you can’t stay quiet, even though you know people are going to hear you. If you haven’t done so yet, you should read part one (where he starts it) and part two (when she gets him back). This part plays more heavily with the idea of being fucked in a slightly-against-your-will way, so please don’t read on if that kind of thing will make you uncomfortable.Read More →

Woman's face in pleasure, with eyes open and mouth closed. Graphic.

After a ridiculous-yet-wonderful series of adventures in London, I returned home earlier today horny and with an aching cunt. I always miss my Doxy when I travel, and I spent a significant portion of the afternoon catching up on all the wanking I’d missed over the weekend. Even two orgasms down, however, my cunt isn’t satisfied. This means that today’s smut features forced orgasms (plus a splash of exhibitionism) and may have been written while I was astride my Ruby Glow.Read More →

Fancy cocktails on a bar. Photo.

Inspired by a series of tweets on Saturday, this smut is dedicated to Girl on the Net. Writing this actually challenged me more than I expected it to, and it’s a little more cisnormative than I would like my filth to be. For the record, not only folks with dicks are guys, and not only men have dicks. I also realised that writing this kind of scene is very different from experiencing this sort of pervy voyeurism, so I’m open to invitations from anyone organising a cock-stroking and cocktails party.Read More →

Close-up of someone pinning their partners hands above their head while having sex. Photo.

Here is another piece of erotica featuring people who at potentially going to read it. This isn’t the story I expected to write tonight, but right now – when I’m a little bit tipsy and very horny – it’s the only one I can think of, because this is how I want to get fucked tonight.Read More →

A red lipstick lies on a table. Photo.

This piece of erotica is wonderfully self-indulgent, as I imagine getting to interact with the kink dynamic of two of my current Twitter crushes. It’s something that will never happen, but I enjoy pretending that it could: that after wine, she’d have lipstick kissed on her thighs…Read More →