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In: Body things, January Jumpstart 2020, My sex stories
A black and red leather flogger lies on a pink background. Photo.

If you asked me to describe my relationship with impact play, I’d tell you that I’m a pain slut with a low pain tolerance. I like getting spanked, but I can’t take as much pain as I’d like to take. The idea of pain is sometimes hotter to me than the pain itself, and I frequently feel like a fraud when I tell people that spanking is one of my biggest kinks. I do love being spanked, but I often have safe-word out sooner than I feel I ‘should’.Read More →

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In: BDSM Bake Off, Guest posts
Balls of dough sit on a floured surface in front of a rolling pin. Photo.

I was delighted to wake up to an email with a Great BDSM Bake Off entry in my inbox today from Sami, a new-to-me writer. Sami is – in their words – a 30-something polyam enby living in Chicago. Their favourite hobby is sword-fighting, and they are looking forward to getting back into a writing habit in 2020. Find them on Twitter at @tangledupqueer. Their story, Baking Takes Patience, is short, sweet, and super hot.Read More →

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Close up of a luxuriously iced and decorated chocolate cake. Photo.

While I will confess to enjoying every email I receive from Peter Birch, this one was particularly delightful. He doesn’t have a blog himself, so didn’t think he could enter my Great BDSM Bake Off erotica competition. However, I didn’t want to keep this deliciousness to myself, so offered to post it as a guest post and I’m very glad he was up for that! Thus may I present, for your pervy enjoyment, the first piece of BDSM-meets-Bake-Off filth to land in my inbox: Charlie and the Chocolate Cake.Read More →

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In: Filthy ones
Closeup photo of bass guitar player's fingers. Photo.

As I fell in love with a butch lesbian’s music this weekend, I feel a little guilty about making this piece about lusting over a cis guy’s guitar playing fingers. Right now, though, I’m on my period and feeling really awful, my fantasies are all about being held while I cry in foetal position… and as that isn’t going to happen, I’m going to write about sex that is spontaneous andĀ fun.Read More →

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In: Audio porn, Filthy ones

I fucking love the smell of a real pine tree – second only to that of mince pies in the hierarchy of Christmassy smells. I wish I could be celebrating Fuckmas today, rather than Christmas, so here is a wee bit of smut for anyone else who’d rather be somewhere else this year. Happy whatever you’re celebrating!Read More →