We’ve reached Week 9 of the Great British Bake Off and I haven’t written any baking-and-BDSM filth yet! In an effort to rectify that, I have written something inspired by an impact play scene with my delightfully masochistic partner… though it didn’t actually feature a rolling pin used in deliciously perverted ways.
I had such carefully planned filth to share with y’all today… and then got fixated on one particular image and found that my cunt was quite insistent that I shouldn’t write about anything else. Today, I’ve been thinking about how hot it would be to hold someone’s head in place so someone else can fuck their face. Like seriously, mmfff…
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(more…)Instead of wriggling on my pleasingly chilly sheets and falling asleep, I’ve dragged myself to my desk to write about the filthy glee I find in fingering someone’s ass. There: I feel better (and more awake) for just writing that sentence. The last couple of days have been filled with butt-sex thoughts – and not only because a very cute human rimmed me a few days ago. Once again there’s a personal edge to today’s filth, as I share some thoughts I’ve recently had about anal fingering.
“I want to torture you. Consensually.” – words I sent to a friend last night. I hope the DM message made him smile. In fact, no: I hope it made him hard. This piece of smut, however, is for me, because I want to distract myself from the mess that my every day life is swiftly becoming with a fantasy. A fantasy where I can be confident, be in control, and cavort with dirty words.
I know I don’t do Kink of the Week “wrong” because I talk about SSRIs or self-harm instead of writing about the ways the kink in question turns me on. It’s not any more “wrong” than when it inspires me to publish filthy-yet-fictional erotica. However, it still surprises me when it leads me in distinctly unerotic directions. Like today: I could talk forever about how hot men in panties are, but somehow this blog post centred around my delight in heteroflexible men.