Fiction and opinions about BDSM, kink, sex and love
Less than a month after the end of my collaborative masturbation relationship I found myself back in my default state: entirely sexually independent and often unbearably horny. Easily tamped down by the anti- depressants I’ve been on and off for the last few years, my unmedicated libido is a stupid angry animal, and while I…
The second plug is thinner but longer, a series of balls of graduating sizes. When I look at it I can see my face reflected five times, small and then bigger and bigger still, each of them grinning. I push it inside me, needing a surprising degree of force, a fair amount of lube and…
A few months ago @crookednuts asked a question on Twitter. It was a good question and I have thought about it a lot since. Do you think you've already had the best sex you'll ever have? Or do you think the best is yet to come? — Stu "Pathetic, Phallusy" Nugent (@ExFututus) October 26, 2020…
Pleather skirt pulled up, panties pulled down, lying on my back with my knees splayed, the spikes of my heels dig deep into the sofa cushions as I fuck myself hard with the dildo, giving me purchase as I writhe. One hand holds the phone and one twists and slams the silicone in and out…
It’s 2 degrees outside and the reality of a Lockdown winter is beginning to bite. Generally I’m in a pretty good space emotionally: magnitudes better than I was the first time we had to do this, anyway. I’m healthy, and my flat is cute and centrally heated: I like spending time here, but I’ve also…
He is on his back, and I am astride him, reverse cowgirl style. My jeans are pulled to my thighs, my tits pulled out of my bra, and I’ve undone my shoes and thrown them under the bed. The rubber sheets are cool beneath my skin as, head bowed, I lean forward and slowly lower…
content note: this article contains explicit discussion of emotional masochism, consensual misogyny- themed humiliation and degradation play. He made me cry last night. ‘He’ being a man from the internet. He wrote an ad, I answered it. We messaged a bit, our kinks aligned, we had phone sex: it was a lot of fun. We…
I’m in Prague for a couple of days; in the wintry limbo between sublets, I don’t want to fall into an upheaval- induced Slough of Despond again. €8 each way on the bus, €5 a night for a bed in a (very nice) hostel in a city I’ve never been to, with no job holding…
Their cock is a thing of beauty. Just the right length, the perfect thickness, wrapped in his fist and then, when he drops it, landing hard and heavy on the pale expanse of their belly. He lies on his front between their open legs, and as he lowers his head he closes his eyes. They’re…
I couldn’t really have written this post before today. It’s New Year’s Day and I’m lying in bed, knickerless, unwashed and underslept after a very much- needed evening of slutty hedonism, silliness, dressing- up and legs akimbo laughter. In so many ways 2018 was a sparkling year in which I learnt and grew and achieved…