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.
I know I don’t do Kink of the Week “wrong” because I talk about SSRIs or self-harm instead of writing about the ways the kink in question turns me on. It’s not any more “wrong” than when it inspires me to publish filthy-yet-fictional erotica. However, it still surprises me when it leads me in distinctly unerotic directions. Like today: I could talk forever about how hot men in panties are, but somehow this blog post centred around my delight in heteroflexible men.
It’s almost Halloween, and so I’ve attempted to turn my hand to somewhat-spooky erotica-fiction. I don’t know if I’m happy with this piece, but I love the idea I’ve tried to play with here, of a cuckqueering scene involving a ghost.
Deep breath… today I’m being brave. In fact, I’ve already been brave, but somehow this bit – sharing the photo – seems scarier than my earlier adventure to a dark graveyard. Riskier, one might even say, which fits in well with the current Kink of the Week’s kink…
It may be possible to tell that I didn’t quite know where this post was going until I got to the last few lines. Thus, as I decided I don’t have the energy today to rewrite it, you are being treated to a slightly tangled journey through some of the hot dominant things that I’ve tried.