Tick tick tick Ticking over Over and over and Overthinking. Over feeling. Over it. My mind is a prison. Holding me Down Down in the muck of my soul. Soiled by the stench Of my fear. In here Always in here Inside my head. Break in Break out, Break me. Release. Sweet release. Release me. Free me in...
“Wanna sit on my face?” My husband asks the most silly questions sometimes. I ALWAYS want to sit on his face. But you know, sometimes it’s not appropriate. This time, it was. I was ready to head to bed but passion took over as we hugged and kissed and oral sex is always a...
I don’t submit to just anyone. I just don’t. I’m strong, independent and stubborn. But mostly stubborn. I’ll dig my heels in. I’ll take what is given to me but I won’t submit. I take it because I want it. Until I see that look. Until I hear that tone...
CW: brief, undetailed homophobic violence I wrote this years ago as a response to a prompt at an old writing group. It feels apt for current times. If I said it hadn’t been a good week, that’d be an understatement. I always stand out from the crowd, ripped jeans, rainbow docs, stretched ear...
“Will you give me a back rub when we get to yours?” Palantilin asked as we were on the bus. “Of course, I’d love to.” I replied eagerly. Excuse to get my hands all over his hot body? Hell yes count me in. “I feel a bit cheeky asking because I’m...
Two people who know me very well said: “You’re so full of love.” to me the other day when I was having the biggest emotional breakdown I’ve had for a while. It really struck me. As I was, in my opinion, being irrational and needy and annoying and ridiculous these two...
I love how you hurt me. Hear you count the strokes in my mind soft, precise, unfaltering. I love how you tease me, so easily winding me to a frenzy til I scream and shout bad words, disgruntled noises, your name. I love how you control me. Your hand in my hair, your grip on my throat the way...
It was early after a late night when I greeted Palantilin. Being the wonderfully kind person he is, he’d put a large cushion on the floor so when I sat down beside where he lay on the sofa my butt had a soft perch. I’m sure that’s precisely the reason he put it there. He...
Listen as audio It was Kev’s birthday party at Miss Ts. I was wearing my new polka dot dress with pockets and telling everyone it had pockets because that is a given. I was doing my hosting duties and when I wasn’t I was sitting between Kronopticon and Palantilin. I tell you...
I’m always looking for new experiences, so when Kayris asked me how I felt about wearing headphones during a scene I said yes, I’d like that. So with sensory deprivation plans made, I turned up at Kage with great excitement. Kayris looked stunning, it was quite a thrill having such a...
The New Year is a time to look forward to what might be coming (oo er) and can be a good time to think about aims and desires. As I do love a list and I am looking to do much more of all things sexy and kinky this year, I wrote a to do list. 1. Restraints. I’ve had some fun with restraints of...
I wish I’d have slutted it up more But I was to shy Too doubting Too straight (I know, but the denial was strong my friends) Oh why did I hesitate? Piety, in part. Pure until marriage the right thing to do all that bullshit. but more so Fear. A conviction no one would ever Wanna fuck A fatty...
Growing up in the literal house of smut is a little bit different to the run of the mill upbringing. Kit knew that their Mum wrote erotica from a young age, and in their teens often would come home to their parents up to their necks in sex toys. Labeling them up for the Erotic tombola of course...
It’s kinda funny that since I discovered my queerness I’ve probably played with mean women less than I did when I thought I was straight. Maybe it’s just a coincidence or maybe because I feel a little extra level of awkward. Before I was just in it for the mean kinky fun times but now, well...
I spent a chunk of time with H recently and as I thought about all the things we did, the places we went I found my thoughts always coming back to one specific place. H’s sofa. When I first arrived at their house (a little apprehensive as it was the first time back after the...
When We Danced You took my hand and led me to dance In so many styles. Joyful waltzes in the public eye Spinning and laughing as the train times scrolled by. To and fro in the supermarket aisles Making me blush around ecstatic smiles. Intimate sways Amongst queers and gays As the lights flashed And...
