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 →

Close up of a couple holding hands. Photo.

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.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 →

Golden sunlight on a brass bedstead and bare mattress. Photo.

I’ve written about sleepy struggle fucks and sweet, half-asleep sex before, so I wanted to find a slightly different angle for today’s dissection-of-kink post. Instead of erotica I’m sharing a little bundle of thoughts about why I’m into sleepy, drowsy and night time sex – because I definitely am. I really, really like waking up to cock.Read More →