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In: Filthy ones
A rolling pin and dumpling-like pastries sit on a floured work bench.

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.Read More →

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In: Filthy ones
A man looks down so his hair covers his face. Photo.

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…Read More →

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In: Audio porn, Filthy ones
A bitten into doughnut, held delicately between red-painted nails. Photo.

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.Read More →

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In: Erotica

“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.Read More →

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In: Personal essays
A man with his jeans pulled down enough that you can see his boxers. Black and white photo.

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.Read More →