When I saw this Kink of the Week prompt approaching, I knew exactly what story I wanted to share. This  is very much for my Scottish boy – though I can’t quite decide if I want him to read it or not. Partly because it was a time when we were both struggling with mental illness (which I briefly touch on in this post) and I have thus fictionalised some aspects of the story.Read More →

Today I have some this-might-actually-be filthy poetry for y’all, featuring scrambled eggs, unshaved legs, and some memories of past fucks.Read More →

I’ve tweeted a little bit about my adventures this week. In case you missed that, I had fun. The kind of fun that involves pain and belts and nipple pinching. Oh, and admitting that I’d never had someone leave a love bite on my body, and being asked if I’d find it hot if he gave me one where the mark could be seen.Read More →

Tonight’s Masturbation Monday post, aside from being posted on a Tuesday, is not the analysis of poly-relationship-related-revelations that I had planned. Instead it’s short and brought to you by my enthusiastic overuse of the word filthy.Read More →

I wrote about some my first ever threesome a while ago, and even then I was eager to visit the wonderful couple in question again for more kinky fuckery. Every part of that adventure was brilliant, and there has been lots of flirting, dirty talk, and pictures of cats since then. I have plans to go and visit the Doctor (the gorgeous-as-fuck switch-in-the-middle in this couple) and Mr Nook (her extremely attractive partner) very soon, and I’m super excited. However, there’s a couple of things I really hope they won’t to do to me – things that good girls just don’t do.Read More →