In a turn of events that will probably surprise all of you (and definitely surprised me!) I have written the second part to my fucking-in-a-university-lecture-theatre story. I advise you to go back and read that post first, but I’ll repeat my statement that the sex that happens in this story is a consensual role-play scenario between adults, and all characters are above the legal age of consent.. To those who know the fantastic news I got today, tangentially elated to that topic, thank you for all your support and encouragement.Read More →

This isn’t the filthy story of pirate sex, and even though it’s tagged as filthy poetry I’m not sure its very sexy. I wanted to write some delightfully hot words, but there were others I wanted to say first. These words are I’m sorry and you’re brilliant and I’d like to kiss you, and never one to be concise, I wrote a poem to say them.Read More →

This story didn’t work out how I wanted it to, twisting and turning a lot as I wrote it. I started with no plan apart from how hot being called young lady would be by someone who is about to give me a thorough spanking. I wouldn’t say this exactly involves school-girl role play or age play, but there are hints at that sort of dynamic so if this isn’t your thing feel free to skip this one.Read More →

I love watching the Great British Bake Off. Sometimes it inspires me to bake, to make pear-and-chocolate-upside-down cake, pecan pie, or petit fours. Sometimes it inspires me to do something entirely different: to fuck in that now-famous tent in wonderfully filthy ways.Read More →