Narrow ally way between tall buildings. Photo.

I knew I wanted to write something about knife play this week, but today it was too hot to fuck – or indeed to think about fucking. But is it ever too hot for a mind fuck from a cruel dominant? What I wanted was a mean girl who would grin sadistically as she held my wrists against cold stone until I shivered, and whose pocket-knife would feel cool against my skin…Read More →

Since I posted the first part of my gang bang fantasy on Monday, I’ve continued to ride the high of Eroticon happiness, suffered con drop, and begun to feel vaguely normal again, only with extra helpings of sparkly fabulousness. When I wrote the first part, I didn’t think there was going to be more, but I really enjoyed my imaginary pub-table-fucking…Read More →