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In: Quinn's turn ons and tricks

I’ve written about sleepy struggle fucks and sweet, half-asleep sex before, so I wanted to find a slightly different angle for today’s dissection-of-kink post. Instead of erotica I’m sharing a little bundle of thoughts about why I’m into sleepy, drowsy and night time sex – because I definitely am. I really, really like waking up to cock. Content note for a very heteronormative post, and one that has some consensual non-con play.Read More →

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In: Erotica

Is this the last smut of 2018? Who knows! However, there is time for a little more kink dissection, this time exploring eyes and eye contact – with a twist of eyeliner, because that’s becoming a little bit of a thing for me since I imagined what a play partner of mine would look like if he was wearing it.Read More →

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In: Filthy poetry

Today is a filthy poetry day, because I couldn’t concentrate to writing yesterday – I was filled with anticipation for the evening’s sex date, which itself was filled with twisted adventures. It was an interlude, with cocks, and it was delightful. And now I really need to go and wash my hair!Read More →

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In: Erotica

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: Outrageous snapshots

I’ve tweeted a little bit about my adventures this week. In case you missed that, I had fun. The kind of fun that involves pain and belts and nipple pinching. Oh, and admitting that I’d never had someone leave a love bite on my body, and being asked if I’d find it hot if he gave me one where the mark could be seen.Read More →