If you asked me to describe my relationship with impact play, I’d tell you that I’m a pain slut with a low pain tolerance. I like getting spanked, but I can’t take as much pain as I’d like to take. The idea of pain is sometimes hotter to me than the pain itself, and I frequently feel like a fraud when I tell people that spanking is one of my biggest kinks. I do love being spanked, but I often have safe-word out sooner than I feel I ‘should’.
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.
A recently kinky adventure confirmed something that previous hotel stays had only confirmed: hotel sex is fucking brilliant. But while there are many delightfully filthy highlights from my first adventures in hotel sex, what I really remember are all the sounds.
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.
Earlier this week, my fuck-buddy was delightfully sadistic and (consensually) hurt me a lot. He was almost scarily dominant and he hit me hard and repeatedly. He left me with an tender arse that reminded me of him with every single step I took the next day and – when I looked in the mirror that evening – a hard-earned bruise. My first ever bruise from impact play.