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A woman stands naked apart from black boxing gloves held up to her tits. Photo.

I have the flu, and as a result, my mind went to slightly darker places than usual when writing this piece. I don’t want to fuck right now: I want to be used; I want to fight. Thus, today’s smut features struggle fucking, where partners who have discussed, negotiated and consented to this kind of scene ahead of time to play with coercion and force.Read More →

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I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could…Read More →

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In: Erotica

To me, the idea of saying “you cannot tell lies with a cock in your mouth, little girl” was incredibly hot when I first thought of it. Trying to write a story to use that line in, though, proved a challenge. The end result is a consensual non-consent-y story, featuring a struggle-fuck blow-job in a dirty alley way.Read More →