I couldn’t not join in with Kink of the Week, because the photo accompanying , proudly displaying my first ever love bite. I wrote a little about the adventure that earned me the mark when I initially posted the photo, so today’s post is purely fictional filth. It’s also though – because it’s me, and I can’t help but subvert Molly’s carefully curated memes – about power dynamics and blow jobs.Read More →

The first erotica anthology I bought includes a story about figging, and so this particular kink has held a place in my heart ever since – though not quite to the extent that my fantasy about being used by a women’s hockey team has. Not that I had any idea whether I would like figging if I tried it, but I’m definitely into the idea of being figged. Especially the idea of the mind-fuck that can go along with it.Read More →

Once again I’m playing the game where I mess around with Molly Moore’s sex blogging memes, because I feel if I don’t write this post now then I might never. The current kink that we’re all dissecting is hands, because hands are ridiculously hot. And I am going to talk about hands, but more precisely why I want to hold your hand. (Though probably not specifically your hand.)Read More →

When I saw this Kink of the Week prompt approaching, I knew exactly what story I wanted to share. This  is very much for my Scottish boy – though I can’t quite decide if I want him to read it or not. Partly because it was a time when we were both struggling with mental illness (which I briefly touch on in this post) and I have thus fictionalised some aspects of the story.Read More →

I couldn’t let a Kink of the Week prompt about panties pass without writing something, but today has been a busy. So instead of the essay about how I attach sentimental value to my knickers, or a story about how I have one pair of panties I keep specifically for piss play scenes, here is some short, smutty snapshots.Read More →