A hotel bed with a red and blue painting above it, and red and blue dildos in the little alcoves at either side of the headboard. Photo.

Recently I had hotel sex for the first time, after a number of solo hotel wanking adventures. I checked in, had a luxurious bath and a lovely nap – but not before digging into my sex toy bag and pulling out some dildos for a little decoration. After all, what are the little alcoves either side of the bed’s headboard for if not displaying sex toys?Read More →

A topless woman is sitting between two tree branches, holding a book up over her face. Photo.

I thought last week was awful and then I hit this week. Even with aggressive self-care, my depression has left me physically exhausted and emotionally drained. My plan for dealing with this was – obviously – to get topless and sit in a tree to read for a bit.Read More →

An old style photo of a woman's dress pulled down to expose her tits. Photo.

Libraries are sacred places to me – they always have been. But their sacredness makes any potential sex that might happen in them even hotter – it’s illicit because it’s forbidden. If you’re in a library, you shouldn’t be fucking. You shouldn’t jerk off while muffling your moans by biting down on your first. You shouldn’t spread your legs and try to pretend you’re reading the book in front of you while someone pushes their fingers inside you. You shouldn’t get down on your knees so you can choke on cock.Read More →

Nails dig into the left butt-cheek and pulls them apart to show a bruise on their bottom. Photo.

Earlier this week, my fuck-buddy was delightfully sadistic and (consensually) hurt me a lot. He was almost scarily dominant and he hit me hard and repeatedly. He left me with an tender arse that reminded me of him with every single step I took the next day and – when I looked in the mirror that evening – a hard-earned bruise. My first ever bruise from impact play.Read More →