Showing off my new (and very tight) jeans to the sadist I’m flirting with right now gave me the idea for a fuck. A fuck that’s so harsh that every stroke is a painful reminder that I’m their slut. I think that’s something they could dish out – and get off on making me take for them. So I wrote about it, featuring a dominant enby and a slutty transmasc queer at a sex club.
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Fucking with lube is brilliant. Wanking with lube is brilliant. Lube is brilliant, and should be used in generous helpings whenever needed. Lube is important, but fucking without lube can be a hot idea. And after all, you don’t have to worry about making sure that your sub is lubed up for fucking when their slutty little hole is already full of come.
This week’s tasks include making sure my mini sex kit is up to date for any and all fucking adventures that befall me in the next few weeks. I have successfully stocked up on lube, tissues and wipes, but still need to track down some nitrile gloves. But my mind wondered as I was adding this to my to do list, and arrived at the idea of a dominant enby forcing the queer cis guy at their mercy to fuck himself on their fingers.
I had a lot of fun with this one, which I wrote with one of my biggest 2020 writing goals in mind: writing more explicitly queer erotica. In terms of this piece about angry sex, it means a queer cis woman and a gay trans woman exploring some delicious degradation together, which may or may not be reflective of some of my current fantasies.
Today’s festive filth is also late, because I’ve spent much of the last forty-eight hours napping by a fire while wrapped in a fluffy blanket. My day didn’t involve an anal finger fuck (sadly) but I have spent a lot of time thinking about my partners and play partners lubing up their fingers and slowly (very slowly) pushing them inside my ass.