Fiction and opinions about BDSM, kink, sex and love
I very rarely write anything that could be described as total fiction- most of my writing is at least partly based on sexual experiences I have actually had, even if that’s just a conversation with someone about a fantasy. This story is a very new frontier for me, as it’s written from a male POV…
He is sitting on the bed, his legs spread. I am naked, kneeling on an overstuffed cushion, with the tip of his cock in my mouth. He says if I’m a good girl I’ll be able to keep his cock in my mouth without sucking…but if I’m a slut, I’ll have to suck. I won’t…
I’ve had a difficult day- they’re all difficult days right now, aren’t they? I called in sick to work because I woke up feeling like I had a wet towel slung over my heart for no real reason I could put my finger on, knowing that if anyone were to be angry down at the…
It didn’t take long for me to re- read my New Year’s Day post and start picking holes in it, looking for gaps and inconsistencies. I missed out a very important resolution- buy a dress that makes my tits look absolutely cracking– so I need to edit that one in for starters. The second thing…
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…
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My German doctor has prescribed me one tablet a day- the same 40mg in the morning. I wash it down with the first sip from a large glass of water into which I then dissolve a soluble Vitamin D3 tab, a self- care hack of which I’m enormously proud. In England I took two…
I’ve lost the ability to talk. I haven’t, that’s a nonsense. I’m talking for England, my old home, my home no longer- I sit outside cafes in Prenzlauerberg and Mitte, drink muddy coffee and talk. I sit in church halls and talk, sit on the UBahn and think before meeting up with new…
God, I love this city. As I walk out of the SBahn station at Warschauerstrasse the first thing I see is the Fernsehturm, the iconic TV tower, over across town, lighting up the night sky. It’s 11pm and the air is so cold that my lungs hurt, and the streets are gritted- every now…
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…