It’s fun to have stuff in common. And when it comes to sex, it’s hot to discover that your own kinks match or dovetail with those of the person you’re fucking. But alongside the ones I personally have – D/s, cum, impact play, dirty talk, weed/breath play, loads more – there’s a second category of kinks: those I don’t personally wear on my sleeve, but find wildly attractive on somebody else. Nothing in nature is a binary – it’s not a matter of ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to any given kink. In between there’s a whole gamut of ‘maybes’ and a few shining examples of ‘OhMyGodYesPlease’s too. It’s the latter I’m thinking of today. Kinks I don’t personally masturbate to when I’m alone, but which will probably get me thinking and wanking if I can centre my mind on your desire to do them. I got bored and horny the other day so I made a list of kinks which make my eyes and my cunt grow wide with delight if someone I’m fucking tells me they get off on them. Here’s my take on the sexiest kinks.
Guest blog: Having sex with the guy from a decade ago
What happens when you go back to someone from your past? Is there such a thing as ‘the one that got away’? When this week’s guest blogger pitched me this post I was positively gleeful about it – she’s got a fabulously funny, chatty style and regular readers will know that I’m a sucker for a trip down memory lane. Not to mention sex with an ex. But is it possible to recapture the magic when you’re having sex with a guy you last saw a decade ago? Let’s find out…
Why did I get rejected?
One of the things I often hear guys complain about when it comes to dating is that they got rejected (or sometimes ghosted) without understanding why. They wouldn’t mind a ‘no’ if there was some obvious incompatibility, but as far as they’re concerned they didn’t do anything ‘wrong’. Bear with me here dudes, because you might not like my answer, but if you’re earnestly asking this question then I have a few explanations you could consider.
As with all of my posts, this one is heavily influenced by my experience – I am mainly into men so my perspective comes from there. I also want to acknowledge that one of the reasons I struggled when dating recently was because my heart wasn’t in it. This was in large part down to personal shit, which I addressed a little in this post – it’s not you, it’s me. So the following piece doesn’t tell the full story of why I struggled to connect with anyone, and you should weigh it accordingly. I almost didn’t publish it at all, but in the end I decided that it still covers some useful ground that addresses a complaint I’ve heard a fair bit from guys in the comment section, and my response might be useful to those of you who are asking in earnest. Equally (or perhaps more) importantly, I hope it will be reassuring to women who repeatedly come up against the same problems I do.
I don’t fuck on the first date
Partway through a kiss – a good one, a promising one – she breaks off and holds her face close to his. Whispers:
“Just so you know, I don’t fuck on the first date.”
Guest blog: The Chatelaine – she will strip me of my innocence
We’re properly spoilt this Halloween with not one but TWO fantastic guest pieces. This gorgeous story is longer than the posts I tend to publish, but when Jaimie (of Jaimie’s Erotica – follow on BlueSky here!) pitched me this I found it simultaneously dreamlike and creepy in equal measure, and I was sucked in to it deeply enough that I reckon a lot of you will be as well. It’s compelling! So bookmark it for later if you’re at work, then grab a cup of tea or glass of wine and settle down for a long read on a dark night…
Note that this is Halloween erotica, and as such it is designed to creep you out as well as arouse you – it contains themes of blood, teeth and devourment.


