A fun and educational evening of hitty things
My subconscious frequently horrifies me. I dream luridly and in colour, always in the first person. Sometimes I’m not me but a complete stranger, a fictional character invented and given temporary existence only in the world within my skull. That’s…
Thoughts on breath play, and a snippet of erotica inspired by memories of a glorious fuck
Some thoughts on consent in BDSM and sexual relationships
This is hands-down, 100% my favourite kinky game right now.
A poem about the vulva, inspired by a 17th century euphemism, ‘two leafed book’
You said you enjoyed humiliation, forgetting – just for a moment – that you were pouring your heart out to a gleeful sadist. You saw the ideas flicker across his face, quirking the corner of his lips, dilating his pupils.…
How I learned to appreciate my body; the sexy selfie
Thoughts on my Smut Marathon experience so far, as the rankings phase closes and the knockout phase begins…
Three shakes of their fists, and they both choose ‘paper’. An opening gambit, each hedging their bets, testing the other. Eye contact locked and loaded. Game on.