A woman in stockings and high heels holds a heart-shaped red gift box against her calf. Photo.

Ready for your last piece of festive filth (possibly) from me this year? I’ve spent much of last week playing with the potential hotness of giving a pair of panties as a present, but it took me a while to work out what would happen after the panties got unwrapped.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 →

A man with his jeans pulled down enough that you can see his boxers. Black and white photo.

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.Read More →

I don’t know if any of you noticed, but on Saturday night of Eroticon I wore fishnets for the first time in years. I felt sexy as hell, and since none of the hot fishnet fantasies filling my head actually occurred, I thought I would share them for the current Kink of the Week topic…Read More →

A pair of white lacy knickers sit next to a red heart and a condom. Photo.

I’ve previously written a piece of festive themed filth about guys in knickers, but it’s I find incredibly hot and thus is likely to come up again on occasion. Despite the lack of a willing model, I have no shortage of ideas for erotica focussing on this particular kink.Read More →

A plate of cookies in the shape of butts, with fancy icing knickers piped on to them.

Somewhere, there is a guy who insists that I have stolen a pair of his boxers. I haven’t, but considering the number of times I have held them over my face and deeply inhaled, I do see why he holds this mistaken belief. Frankly, I struggle to understand why he wouldn’t have stolen some of my knickers; personally, I love the way I smell.Read More →