A pair of hands pulling on black latex gloves. Photo.

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.Read More →

A woman lies on the floor naked, her arse pointing towards the camera. Photo.

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.Read More →

Woman relaxes by warm fire with a cup of hot drink and warming up her feet in woollen socks. Photo.

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.Read More →

A woman's legs are in the air, with her panties around her ankles. Photo.

I had a post all planned for today – all about collaborating to create super hot shared fantasies –  and then I was walking home yesterday and got hit over the head by the idea of someone going down on me. So y’all get a post about cunnilingus instead, because all I thought about all afternoon was oral sex. I also feel like I need to write more about cunnilingus because in general my filth skews towards being more blow-job heavy a lot of the time.Read More →

A woman lies back on a table with her legs spread, revealling her black underwear and the curve of her thighs. Photo.

I’m still figuring out whether I can balance work and my mental health while maintaining my blogging schedule. However, if I had posted this “on time” (according to my meticulous calendar that ensures I get round to writing all the filth) it would be a very different piece of erotica. This one is inspired by an impact play scene I did where I surprised myself by actually asking the sadist caning me for more horrible, stingy cane strokes.Read More →