Hands holding up two chocolate ice creams in waffle cones. Photo.

Sometimes it feels like I am writing the same filthy story, over and over again. The fantasies that loop in my own head evolve slowly, because I linger in each torturously hot thought before it’s replaced. This makes it feel like I’ve written this story – with lots of dirty talk, strong power dynamics, and a hint of consensual non-consent. And because there have been some beautifully warm (or possibly even too hot) days recently, today version of the story is set in an ice-cream parlour. Because yes, I want a good fucking, but I also want ice cream. Quinn RhodesQuinn Rhodes (he/him) is aRead More →

A coffee cup and an open book on a table. Photo.

Today’s smut is very self-indulgent, because after hours of trying to write something filthy or clever, I ended up writing the scene I’d be using to get off today if I had the privacy for a wank. I’m nervous about this one, because while I’ve begun exploring my pee-holding kink in play, I haven’t done so in my writing before. If piss play isn’t your thing you might want to skip this one, but to me the hot thing in this smut is the control… It also includes degradation. Quinn RhodesQuinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex blogger. He’s a sex nerd withRead More →