Photo of an analogue, old-fashioned alarm clock and a tea cup and saucer.

Today’s Masturbation Monday smut is a little self-indulgent, because it’s what I would have liked to happen to me this morning. On a day when I had to be open and upfront about my mental illness, both at the GP and at a further appointment, I wanted to wake up and be distracted for a few minutes from what I had to face by early morning sex.Read More →

Today’s blog post is written for a friend who assured me that there is no such thing as too much smut that features fingering. I admit, I do not spend as much time finger-fucking cute humans as I’d like to, and I love exploring semi-public sex and D/s in my erotic writing.Read More →

A black-and-white image (with red highlights) photo of a tube train carriage full of people in a London underground station.

I wanted to write a story of seduction and sex, in the sense that there is little flirting or preamble about this fuck. This piece is inspired by both these posts by GOTN, and by someone who I find continually frustrating because of how attractive I find them, despite my best efforts. It’s also inspired by my post-Eroticon adventures on the London underground, because who travels by tube without fantasising about fucking on them?Read More →

Today’s Masturbation Monday story is less smut and more a stream of consciousness. I think it has erotic undertones though, and it’s definitely about using sex and submission as a coping mechanism when I’m feeling angry and weak and helpless.Read More →

“I want to torture you. Consensually.” – words I sent to a friend last night. I hope the DM message made him smile. In fact, no: I hope it made him hard. This piece of smut, however, is for me, because I want to distract myself from the mess that my every day life is swiftly becoming with a fantasy. A fantasy where I can be confident, be in control, and cavort with dirty words.Read More →