We’re officially starting this year’s festive filth, because my planned post on building fantasies couldn’t stand up to this brilliant prompt photo. These candy-cane striped stockings gave me all sorts of dirty thoughts, including one about a struggle-fuck where a submissive squirms against her bounds.
I’ve spent most of today sitting by a Christmas tree while I’ve messed around with various bits of blog admin, eaten chocolate Santas, and generally procrastinated. When I gave up pretending that I was doing anything productive, I laid back and watched the gleam of the fairy lights flick over my body while I rubbed my clit.
Do you have the balls? Or rather, do you have the ovaries, the guts, the courage? Do you dare do something outrageous and still stand tall? Do you have the balls to post a Christmassy naked photo of your ball(s) on your blog?
In autumn, I bought a gorgeous mustard-yellow scarf for myself. It was warm and soft and despite its habit of shedding fluff everywhere I love it. (Seriously, everything is covered in fluff right now, including partners I have fucked since buying the scarf because the fluff travels with me.) I’ve worn it a lot in the last few months, and thus have had plenty of time to come up with lots of deliciously pervy ways it could be used “against” me…
Today’s Masturbation Monday smut is – among other things – late. Also I’m not exactly sure that it can be called it counts as festive filth – perhaps it’s more accurately a stream of consciousness. But it’s just possible that it’s an arousing one.