Tag Archives: clothes
Guest blog: Women in armour – valour, steel and sex
To be honest, I would love a set of armour right now. Clanking, intimidating, powerful armour which shines bright in the glare of the sun, terrifying my enemies and making me look like an absolute boss of the battlefield. But traditionally armour tended to be worn more by men, which makes my feminist-and-battle-hungry heart a little sad. That’s why I’m delighted that rmp792 has dropped by with a sexy story about women in armour, wrapped in a gorgeous guest blog explaining – in delightful detail – his armour kink…
You may remember rmp792 from previous guest blogs – also both recorded as audio like this one! The first tells how he fell in love with GoneWildAudio, and the second is a beautiful essay on the hotness of begging. Do check out more of his audio work on Reddit too.
Guest blog: Velvet fetish – velvet knickers, coats and dresses
When it comes to having kinks for the feel of particular fabrics, leather and latex have both had their time in the spotlight. Silk and fishnet get their fair share of kudos too. But I’ve never heard from anyone with a velvet fetish before, despite its lovely soft strokable texture and the fact that it totally deserves its time to shine. Today @EuphemiseThis is here to redress the balance, with a beautifully sensual, tactile post on the feel of velvet on naked skin…
Fuck choosing clothes: these days I wear a uniform
I’ve always been envious of my boyfriend’s uniform. It’s not a literal uniform, you understand, he isn’t a firefighter or an airline pilot. His ‘uniform’ is just a basic outfit that he’s able to wear no matter what the day: jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. In the summer: shorts, t-shirt, shirt. On the off-chance that we’re invited to a wedding, he owns one single suit. He never has to scrabble through his wardrobe trying to decide what to wear.
“Let’s swap clothes”: Watching my boyfriend strip for me
I like it when he wears my knickers. I like it when he wears short silk shorts, too – the kind he’s bought for me but that look too good on him for us not to share the pleasure. Given my love of seeing him wearing my clothes, it’s inevitable that one night I suggest to him: “Let’s swap clothes.”
The junk tuck: why I love watching him get dressed
In contrast to some of my longer and ramblier blog posts, this one’s short and sweet. Not quite a love letter, but a kiss blown from across the room. A casual ‘fuck yeah’ when someone suggests something horny or the brief, swift kick you get in the pit of your stomach when something you weren’t expecting turns you on. Today I want to write about the junk tuck.