Kinky coffee shop dates are featuring highly in my fantasies right now – probably because I’m spending a lot of time sitting in them writing smut. When I started writing this story, I was flirting with a friend who I hope I’ll get to spend more time with in 2019. (And if you’re a gorgeous, brat-leaning sub and self-identified pain slut who bought me pancakes recently, then yes, I am talking about you.)Read More →

I fucking love the smell of a real pine tree – second only to that of mince pies in the hierarchy of Christmassy smells. I wish I could be celebrating Fuckmas today, rather than Christmas, so here is a wee bit of smut for anyone else who’d rather be somewhere else this year. Happy whatever you’re celebrating!Read More →