Category Archives: Filthy ones
Sexy fantasies about guys in uniform
My dude and I are walking down the street on the way to catch a train. It’s fairly late, and the streets are filled with tanked-up football fans and loved-up students off their tits on MDMA so naturally, there are police. Just in front of us, a pair of young police officers get out of a panda car in their stab vests. She’s mid-twenties, with short blond hair and the kind of muscle tone you’d need to restrain a suspect. He’s slightly older, and has a solid heft to him that I’d imagine would feel achingly good on top of me during a struggle-fuck.
Ambit g-spot dildo: half recommendation, half dirty story
There are two threads to the story I want to tell today. The first thread is so obvious it feels almost trite to mention it: I want to tell you about a particularly brilliant g-spot dildo, which stimulates me in a way not many others do. The second thread is about being hand-fucked. Not ‘wanked off’, not ‘masturbated’: being hand-fucked. Sometimes I write fucking stories that are about speed or enthusiasm or energy. I’ll tell you that this or that fuck was intense, or fun, or orgasmic. This fuck, though? This fuck was thorough.
Audio porn: now you can hear sexy stories in a dirty voice
Do you like sexy stories? Do you like people reading you sexy stories in their dirtiest voice? Well, today I launched the audio porn hub: a project I’ve been working on since… oooh, middle of last year. I wanted to start getting some of the sexy stories on my blog live as audio – good for people who are using screenreaders, and also good for people who just prefer their sex aural. Find out a bit more about the audio porn project, and support it on Patreon if you’d like to help me make more.
Breath play in the bath: the water is rising
It takes me six and a half minutes to fill the bath, and less than five minutes to come. This should be easy, right?
This sex story contains references to drowning, breath play and extreme domination.
In praise of the badly-named ‘penile raphe’
Language is important, and words matter. I’ll assume you’re with me this far, because you’re reading a sex blog rather than looking at naughty pictures on one of those other websites I’ve heard about. Words are fucking sexy. They can also be truly appallingly inadequate, and nowhere is this more clear than when trying to describe something hot only to find you have none of the right tools to do it properly. Today I would like your help in renaming one of the sexiest parts of human anatomy: the penile raphe. What exactly is the penile raphe? Allow me to explain.