Today on my break at work I sat in the kitchen area and scrolled through Twitter for ten minutes, as I usually do. I was particularly struck this afternoon by how much of my feed was made up of a particular kind of interaction; flirtatious back and forth, empathetic hugs and metaphorical hair- stroking, requests …

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I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of a new quartercup bra. Pointless things, really, unless like me you enjoy falling out of thingsĀ to the degree of it being a kink in itself. I don’t know if this kink has a name; I guess it’s just a very, very specific form of exhibitionism. If we’re mining my …


I don’t like much really, do I? But what I do like I love passionately

12. A song from your pre- teen years [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfCg50a7RbE&w=560&h=315] I was a massive fan of the Pet Shop Boys in my late tweens. Massive, huge, obsessive. We spent our holidays at my Grandparents’ house in Germany in the summer of 1987 and then drove home via Belgium, France and Italy. I listened to ‘Paninaro’ …


I Want More

I want more. I want all of you, all of it. Everything you have to give, every inch of it. I want every pore, every wrinkle, every drop of sweat and tear and come. I want the hair and ink and breath of you.   I want you inside me. Fingers, cock, tongue. I want …


Never want to come down, never want to put my feet back down on the ground

11. A song that you never tire of [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-FXMPU4Uj0&w=560&h=315] It reminds me of being a teenager but in the best way- that point when you realise that there’s this whole world of strange adult shit that you don’t understand but might do soon. It’s mysterious and dark and so, so sexy.