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 →

Two queer men of colour hold 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 →