CW: Death &Grief My Dad died on this day 2 years ago. Awkward huh? Well, you might feel a bit awkward, coming here for fun sexy, kinky writings and you’re confronted with death and grief instead. Soz. But yeah, the awkward is more than...
CW: Knife Play (though not quite what you might expect) I’ve shared my spooky forest image a few times of late for Sinful Sunday and The Call of the Beast , now it’s time to share how I got the original bruise that the...
A little while ago I had the pleasure of meating…I mean…meeting H’s meat cleaver. It made the most beautiful bruise on my belly and after a few days, it really looked like a spooky forest. I asked the amazing Kev Blisse...
I am queer. Yes, I realise dear reader, you might not be surprised by that. I’ve not exactly been quiet about it around here on my blog. You may well of even read I used to think I was straight or heard me read it at the...
I am a massive child at heart. I love kids books, kids films, kids toys, honestly there’s a bit of me that never really grew up and I will preserve that for the rest of my life. So when H asked me what my favourite Disney songs were...
The Call of the Beast. I stand on the threshold, heart beating fast, eyes opened wide. Behind me, safety, warmth, mundanity. Ahead dangers untold. Imagined in minute detail. Focusing on one dark tree I’m emboldened. It’s just a...
“…they ended up face down, deep in my cleavage. “Don’t get lost in there.” I quipped. For a while they lay there nestled, quiet. “A lamp post,” they muttered, “is that a lion? Hello, Mr Tumnus?” “Did you go to Narnia...
I love being beaten. I love feeling broken afterwards, feeling every ache and twinge after makes me smile. Masochist me loves the pain. My body revels in it. I’ve been pretty lucky with my body, generally. Sure, it’s had its trials. I’ve...
CW: Extreme sadism and masochism One recent Tuesday afternoon something amazing happened. I said ‘No More.’ Me, high level masochist that I am. The pain slut who worries that she rarely calls an end to a scene and even rarer...
I offered you my body, unblemished. My offering was taken, Used. I was made whole.
CW: Some Fatphobic comments within a fat positive post “I love smelling you.” A statement that fills me with joy, whenever H says it to me. “I love you smelling me.” I reply, because I’m always caught a bit off guard by the sincere lust in...
H is mean. I don’t think that will come as news to anyone. They are very mean. So when I’d read their super hot writing all about being fisted and let them know that I was having feels, horny feels, they made things worse. They sent me a...