Tuesday, 27 November 2018

The Diary Uncovered [part 3]

This is the continuing story of a D/s couple living the lifestyle.  Rabbit (the submissive) keeps a secret diary to log her thoughts and feelings about some of her punishments.  She is unaware that her Dom finds it and reads it, using the ‘inside’ knowledge to his advantage.  

Each story is standalone, but you can read Part 1 and Part 2 first if you prefer.

[11 July 2018]

Sir has told me it would please him if I got a piercing!  [Squeeeee!]  So excited!  

Toyed with the idea of getting my clitoral hood pierced, it would feel so sexy! Every brush of underwear, bed sheets, the impact of water droplets would have me humming with desire. I feel wet whenever I think about it.  

But, what if it went wrong?  What if my lovely, responsive clit -  favourite part of my body and central to my arousal and pleasure - was numbed by the piercing?  I can’t contemplate how I’d feel.  What if it was sore for a long time? I might have to abstain from sex, or certain types of sex play could hurt.  How would I survive?  No - I’ve decided against that.

I shall get my navel pierced - the belly bars are so pretty.  A ball at one end and a jewel at the other, or a jewel either end … or a dangling charm.  How cool.  Sir said I may choose my own decorative item once the piercing has healed.   I gave him the longest, slowest, sloppiest blow job that I could when he told me.  I felt excited and grateful.  I will feel so pretty and adorned.

[13 July 2018]

We went to the piercing place.  It was a shop filled with ‘alternative’, hippy items, crystals, jewellery for all sorts of piercings, candles oil burners - like Aladdin's den.  Sir waited upstairs while I followed the piercing technician down to her small, sterile room.  As I lay on the padded therapy couch I suddenly felt a quiver of shyness when she asked me to lift my dress to access my belly to swab the piercing site clean.

“I’m not wearing any knickers,” I warned.  She made no remark but I felt the need to elaborate.  “I’m a sub.”  She swiped my abdomen with cold alcohol. “My Dom doesn’t allow me to wear knickers when we go out.”

“Don’t worry.  It doesn’t shock me.  My friend writes a sex blog.”  She busied herself with the piercing paraphernalia, then there was a sharp push and it was done!  My adrenaline had built, so I was barely aware of pain as she fastened the bar, instead I couldn’t wait to look at my new adornment.

Whilst admiring it, I remembered to ask,
“Would you write down the name of that blog?  I’d like to read it.”  

Upstairs again, my legs felt slightly wobbly, the rush from enduring the procedure. I grinned widely at Sir, who was paying for my piercing, then the sales assistant passed him a brown paper bag.  I knew better than to ask him what it contained, I’d find out when Sir was ready to tell me.

[16 July 2018]

I found out what was in the bag!

This morning I got Sir’s breakfast ready before going to wake him.  Drawing the curtains at 7 am precisely the daylight bathed my naked body and I turned to face my master.  He looked so delicious, all sleepy with his hair tousled, that I couldn’t resist a cheeky request.

“Please may I service your EMT?”   
(Is this common terminology?  It’s what we call it : Early Morning Throbber)

“You may, rabbit.  No hands.”

I sank to my knees at once and he threw back the sheet, his delicious prick rising to meet me.  I licked my lips then sank my head to engulf its shiny tip, my warm wet mouth providing a safe haven.  I hummed with desire.  I enjoyed the feeling of my hands behind my back, wishing they were tied.  My breasts jutted forward, nipples hard bullets, welcoming the frisson provided by contact with the mattress.

Moaning lustily I slurped and sucked around the frenulum.  How I love that sensitive ledge between helmet and shaft so I licked and tickled it thoroughly, making Sir growl.

His hand came down on the back of my head to guide me closer, nose nestling in his wiry, fragrant musk.  I tried not to gag as his cock touched the back of my throat.  My pussy literally throbbed as I struggled to accommodate him as deep as he held me, his dominance so thrilling.  He eased his grip which allowed me to bob and worship his priapic glory.  I lubed it smoothly up and down with tightly sucking cheeks.

“Look at me,” he growled, his hoarseness betrayed how this was affecting him.

I opened my eyes wide, the ‘baby girl’ look which melts him.  I sank to gagging point on his shaft with each dip, making my eyes water and my mouth drool. Sir loves me looking wrecked and used, my desire  poured over the top of my thighs at my debasement.

Sir reached out with his hands.  He gripped my nipples with an unforgiving pincer grip.  My eyes watered more, the ache bounced from breasts to my empty pussy and back to breasts with lightning speed.  I loved how punished and used I felt so, like a horse urged faster by it’s rider’s spurs, I intensified my sucking and bobbing.  

Sir’s mighty cock pistoned in and out of my greedy mouth until I felt his first spurts of cum hitting my throat and filling my mouth.

“Swallow girl!” he rasped pulling on my breasts and fucking my face.  

I struggled to gulp, anxious no salty emission would escape.  A mild throb caressed my pussy. I felt so ready to be fucked, but this moment was his solo reward.  A passive pleasure came from pleasing him.

[after breakfast]

I love my gift!  Sir gave me the prettiest black socks, they’re so long they could be stockings!  A dainty satin bow at the top of each one, looks so cute when I gaze down.  They have a diamond pattern up my legs and they’re VERY sexy!  

I think they’ll make great spanking attire!  I plan to be very naughty and sassy today. I want to earn myself a lovely sore, red bottom, which will look so fine glowing above my saucy new stockings.  

When Sir spanks me or paddles me, I love to make a lot of noise and wriggle in his lap, pressing his stirring cock against my hip or stomach.  His hand rests on the small of my back, while my hands are on the floor, my toes barely getting purchase.  The more I wriggle with pain (which I secretly love) the wider I spread my thighs apart, displaying the padded ‘purse’ of my pussy as it swells with heat and arousal.

There is a low place on my buttocks, the padding over my ‘sit’ bones as my pilates teacher would say.  When Sir strikes me there, with his palm, the paddle or even the crop, it lights the blue touchpaper to my orgasm.  Sir spreads the impact distribution around my buttock and thigh area but he saves the hardest blows for there - it’s his bullseye and mine!   

I know it’s will look so delicious, admiring my rear in the mirror after he’s punished me!  My bottom will be radiator red, glowing with finger marks or impact lines, against the paleness of my fleshy thighs which in turn will contrast with those long black socks.  I can hardly wait!

This piece is submitted for #WickedWednesday.  Check out who else is being bratty!

Sunday, 25 November 2018

Guest Writer : Peek-a-Boo

I have made a new friend on Twitter.  Mark and I have shared discussions about his kink for wearing women's knickers and my kink for enjoying the view!  
Our conversations helped me write an erotic story last week, so when Mark mentioned he penned sexy stories too, I was quick to say I'd like to read them.  I was so impressed with the polished, erotic tale he shared that I  suggested he shared it with the wider community via the #MasturbationMonday meme.  

Please read & comment, I think I may have unearthed a new writing talent!

Guest Post : Peekaboo
by Mark Find him on Twitter @Aguyinpanties

[5 minute Read]

A distant, familiar sound roused Faye Reed from her slumber as she rolled over and curled an arm round her husband Dave’s shoulder. He dismissed the alarm and twisted round to peck Faye on the cheek before hauling himself out of bed with a groan. It was 6am and already 20 degrees as the seemingly endless summer heatwave continued, and Faye didn’t envy Dave’s 10-hour slog on a building site. Today was her day off and an afternoon’s sunbathing in the park was about as much as she had planned today.

Stretching across the double bed, Faye managed to drift off back to sleep and to her surprise it was a little past 9am when she awoke. Padding to the bathroom, Faye paused to look in the mirror. She was black, naturally pretty and tended to hover between a size 16 and 18. Today felt like a size 18 day. Wearing only a pair of plum-coloured briefs, Faye felt she’d put on a few pounds recently but hers was a feminine, natural figure and Dave had always discouraged her from trying to change that.

Faye headed back to the bedroom and put on a light silk dressing gown, tying it at the waist before opening the curtains. They lived in a small complex of three-storey apartment buildings and their home was on the top floor. A  tree-lined pathway separated their building from the one behind, and just as Faye was turning away from the window, something caught her eye.

The curtains of a bedroom on the second floor of the building opposite were open, and Faye saw a tall, white male walk past. He had a close-cropped haircut and was naked but for a pair of tight-fitting white boxer shorts. His body was lithe and toned, the snug-fitting shorts enhancing his buttocks and leaving little to the imagination at the front. As the man turned around and walked the other way, Faye’s eyes were instinctively drawn to his crotch, where the bulging package shifted from side to side with each step.

‘OK Faye, time to step aside now. This is ridiculous’, she told herself, feeling rather immature for perving over this man and certain he was going to look up at any moment and see her gawping at him. Yet she remained by the window and watched as the man lay back on his bed and looked at his phone. A spark of excitement shot up her spine as she pulled the curtains just six inches short of being closed.

The man lay there for a minute or so, staring at his phone, and Faye was about to finally end this silliness and walk away when he moved a hand down to his crotch. Her stomach fluttered as the man began to massage himself there, gripping and lightly tugging at himself as he stared intently at his phone.

Faye was motionless as she watched the bulge in the man’s shorts visibly swell and straighten, straining against the material. Her right hand moved to the gap in her robe and to her fleshy pubic mound. She felt the coarse curls beneath the cotton and shifted her legs apart as the man put down his phone and pulled down his boxers. As he did so, his erect penis sprung back towards him, bobbing almost comically before he took it in his hand and began slowly and steadily working the skin over his shaft back and forward. 

Through the material of her knickers, Faye ran her middle finger delicately along the length of her vulva, starting at the bottom before the deliciousness of clitoral contact made her sigh and twitch involuntarily. She felt a damp spot develop on the material as she rhythmically stroked herself there, feeling herself becoming engorged and hot.

The man was now using his other hand to tease his balls and perineum, delicately running a finger back and forth while his other hand pumped firmly at his penis. Faye slid her fingers through the leg hole of her knickers and shuddered as she explored the wetness between her legs. Her digits slipped effortlessly inside herself and a wave of pleasure flowed through her crotch as her eyes never left the sight of this man unknowingly (or did he know?) masturbating in full view. She worked her fingers in and out to match the speed of the man’s hand, her vulva making soft wet sounds with every movement.

His slow, steady motion had now given way to a faster, more powerful stroke and the tension in his face told Faye that his orgasm was close. She found her clitoris, transferring her slick fluid to it with practised ease, and was by this point so aroused that this touch almost triggered her climax. Faye gasped and moved her fingers away momentarily, wanting to synchronise her orgasm with her unwitting partner’s.

The man’s eyes squeezed close and his mouth fell open in an ecstatic yawn; Faye knew the moment had come and began circling her now bulbous clitoris with two fingers. Climax was instant and huge. The first orgasmic wave coursed through her vulva as she watched ropes of semen spurt from the man’s swollen glans, spattering his stomach and chest. He continued working his penis as one huge spray flew past his shoulder. Faye strummed her clitoris furiously as she whispered “fucking hell,” savouring the most erotic moment of her life. Her body jolted as the shortening orgasmic shocks gripped her, the man’s spasming penis now freed from his hand as he lay exhausted.

Faye slowed her fingers to a stop as the last wave of pleasure was wrought from what was the most satisfying orgasm she had ever had, be it alone or otherwise. She did not wait to watch the man get up; with jelly legs she staggered to the bathroom, dropping her gown on the way before peeling off her soaking knickers. Faye stepped into the shower and, her whole body alive with excitement, set about herself once more with the morning’s astonishing images fresh in her mind.

Submitted for #masturbationmonday.   Click the link to see who is participating.

LBD & Fishnet Stockings

Mr Brightside
Words & Music : The Killers
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now

Let me go
And I just can't look, it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

For #SinfulSunday I'm sharing another picture of a little black dress which is a favourite because it makes me feel so feminine and girly.  

Thursday, 22 November 2018

Men in (Black) Panties

[3 minute read] 

The calendar declared Trudi was out with the girls, discarded takeaway cartons showed the same - Simon didn’t cook.  Tonight was about total indulgence, a box set was playing on Netflix, bottles of beer chilled in the fridge, while those panties called from his bedside cabinet.

In the bedroom Simon unbuttoned his shirt.  He flung off his work clothes, anticipation
already creeping, goosebumps breaking out.  He surveyed the black panties’ loveliness.  Rubbing the silky fabric between his fingers, the lace panel rasped slightly, his cock twitched.  Now he had a semi, so stepped into the frilly leg holes.  He pulled the scanty underwear up and over his bum.

Simon’s thrill at watching himself harden in the confines of the soft, feminine fabric was key to his kink.  He felt big and bulgy when held so tightly by the panties, in turn that made his cock swell further.  A relaxing sensation settled over him, the satin cloaking his unfurling member snugly.  He slipped loose joggers over the top, no t-shirt - he enjoyed the juxtaposition of curls of hair sketching a masculine happy trail down behind the neat little bow adorning the front panel of the dainty knickers.

Relaxing on the couch, TV on and beer within reach, Simon indulged himself by snaking his fingers into the panties.  It was easy to imagine he was a woman touching herself when he wore ladies’ lingerie to masturbate.  His imagination ran favoured loops of porn footage: slender fingers dipping between the honeyed folds of slick pussies to tease and rub.  Girls sneaked hands inside their lingerie to finger themselves. Sighing with pleasure he eased his joggers off his hips to better enjoy his erection transforming the knickers from functional and dainty to obscenely distended.

A damp sheen of pre-cum smeared the taut fabric where his hard cock was tenting the silky garment.  It rose and pulled away from his body, taking the lace frilled waistband with it.  Simon could see down the front of the panties to his nestled balls now.  He longed to fist his cock to tease himself with slow, steady strokes, but he held off.  

To savour the delicious drag and chafing tickle of the lacy fabric which pulled between his buttocks, Simon got up and walked around.   It whispered against his sensitive anus and his body flamed, desire building.  He climbed the stairs, the electric sensations it created had him throbbing. His cock drooled a smudge of precum onto the front triangle of the panties.  Simon surveyed himself in the long mirror, lustful fantasies shifting into overdrive.  

Simon slipped the panties off to trail them over his cock and balls, every nerve ending alert to tickles and strokes from their delicate fabric and trim.  The lace, in particular, awoke static tingles in his cock and balls.  Using finger and thumb he smeared precum around the tip of his throbbing cock, teasing the edge that was his frenulum, slowly, steadily just how he liked it.  Yes tonight was about total indulgence!

A great big thank you to my newest Twitter chum @Aguyinpanties - not only for the hot pictures but he also let me be privvy to his thoughts and emotions about this kink.

The memes I'm sharing this fiction on are #KOTW and #FriFlash

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Writing: from Pencil to Porn

[3 minute read]

It began with cutting paper for tiny little notebooks which I would sew or staple together.  It progressed with my toy ‘Petite’ typewriter which wrote in italics.  My mother worked at her typewriter often, I knew she had articles published in magazines and wrote longer fiction in her spare time.  I wanted to be a writer too, I admired her.

When visiting an Egyptian exhibition with the school, our guide asked “Is anyone here a scribe?” so I put up my hand.

I had small successes: stories in the school magazine and poetry published in a children’s magazine.  I dreamed of being a journalist but didn’t really follow that path.  Decades later, finding out about blogging, I saw my opportunity.  For a couple of years I wrote a book blog filled with reviews, because I am such a voracious reader that I wanted to share those which I loved.  

I can’t be sure what inspired me try writing erotica, except that the short sexy stories I read on-line were riddled with bad grammar. Many were clearly written by men with no understanding of women’s bodies and fantasies.  I itched to redress the balance, to do things better.  So I posted my first story on Literotica and a few months later I created my own blog.  Later, to increase my reach, I joined Twitter and that is where my writing began to get seen, and enjoyed by women as well as men.  I got decent feedback and discovered that memes were used by writers to share their stories and articles.

Now, nearly two years on I am working to improve my writing, rather than just doing it instinctively.  I’m experimenting with the length of stories - wanting to hone getting to the sexy quicker!  Knocked out of the Smut Marathon early on, I struggled with the first assignments which had  low word counts.  My latest challenge is writing Flash Fiction for @fdotleonora - I’m currently at the top end of the word allowance, but it’s early days.

I have done a few guest posts on other people's blogs, I now write for a wonderful erotica platform called Frolic Me.  This is great fun because I often write along to the plot of a pre-existing porn film, but I elaborate with extra twists or a back story.  Another dimension to my writing, when creating stories for Frolic Me, was my first chance to work with a writing partner.  I’ve written two stories so far with a great guy known as PJA Woode and it’s amazing the 'extra' a writing partner brings. Having another writer not simply beta reading for you, but contributing to the plot, to edit and create text is awesome.  Some stories truly benefit from two distinct voices.

My next steps will be to continue with writing and collaborating.   I intend to earn money, however, I hope to expand into other platforms and erotic anthologies.  I enjoy writing longer series (my Cleaner Close for instance) so the dream is to create an anthology of my own work that is not only available to download but which is for sale in bookshops.  

I’d love my writing to be in a tangible book, with pages and a cover, perhaps then might be the right time to tell my family what I write.

This post is submitted with the prompt : Writing for #Wicked WednesdayCheck out what others have submitted.

Monday, 19 November 2018

Art Class

[4 minute read]

We shuffled behind our easels, searching for charcoal, sharpening pencils.  You looked poised, self contained taking your position, casually shrugging off your robe to lounge on piles of cushions and throws.

Licking my lips nervously I surveyed your pose, all glowing skin and curves.  I broke my charcoal pressing it hard to the paper.  I jangled with nerves, my focus off.  I tuned out the teacher’s advice on perspective and scale.  Classmates held pencils at arm’s length, gauging the angles of your limbs.

Looking at those limbs I yearned to clamber among them, be embraced, feel them curl around my frame.  You are soft curves of bountiful plenty, so when my eyes drank in the succulent flesh that wraps your bones a tickling warmth built within my core.  My mouth almost watered as I swept charcoal across the rough paper, sketching shoulders, arms and the shadow where your neck dips into your collar bone, the place I most wanted to press a kiss.

My palms were sweaty so I rubbed them on the jeans encasing my thighs - slim, people called them skinny - the complete opposite of your pillowy flesh.  My eyes were drawn to the full, tempting curves of your breast which spilt over your arm, its perky pink nipple drew my gaze.  A mental picture of licking and sucking it making me squirm in my seat, desire dampening my panties.

My sketching allowed me to study your details: puckered nipples, tips darker, the aureolas rose pink against an alabaster whole.  I marvelled at the undulations of your body’s geography, longing to explore with the pads of my fingers instead of my gaze.  I took the opportunity to feast my eyes on your form, while you couldn’t look my way, transforming my insides to lustful liquid.

My classmates created life drawings of your beautiful body, while I burned with desire to wedge my head between the heavy flesh of your thighs.  From there, I’d lap and probe with my tongue, obliviating the harsh names I’ve been called: runt, chicken legs, twiglet.  Enveloped safely in the warm folds of your flesh I’d make you moan and writhe, juices running down my chin, fragrant and tangy I’d probe your pulsing tunnel with my tongue.  Pleasuring you would please me.

When the teacher suggested our model needed a break, you gathered a robe around those tantalising marshmallow curves.  My mouth hung open in admiration as the silky red fabric draped your beautiful body.  How could so many famous artists be wrong? Glorious creamy  upholstery such as yours has been celebrated by sculptors or painters such as Rubens countless times.

With swaying hips you wandered, browsing the drawings around the class.  Your finger resting on your fleshy bottom lip made my pussy clench, wishing I could kiss you and draw it between my teeth.

Moving toward my easel, my head spun at your proximity.  When you surveyed my meagre sketch you smiled.

“Do you find me beautiful?”

“Very,” I nodded and blushed, gazing into blue eyes flecked with gold.

“You’re a hot little piece of ass.”  Your voice was so low, only I could hear.  Spoken close to my ear I felt a buzz in my seat.
“Why don’t you meet me after class?   Your sketch could use some extra time.”

As you walked away, hips swaying with sass, I caught a hint of your intimate fragrance. I was burning to meet up later, but needed to get through the rest of the lesson. My panties were already stuck to my pussy, my boyish nipples like stalks while my heart thudded against my ribs.

You settled back into the pile of cushions and plush fabric, while I must focus.  To represent the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, I marked paper with lines and shades of black.  Secretly, my fleshy folds swelled and fluttered with anticipation of carnality.

My goddess turned to me and winked.

This post fits the prompt for #MasturbationMonday No. 220 which is a delicious picture of @LasciviousLucy.  The sketch is courtesy of my very talented friend @ETCostello1.

Sunday, 18 November 2018

Elust 112 - Sharing November's Picks

Elust 112 Header Cara Thereon naked on the sofa

Photo courtesy of Cara Thereon

Welcome to Elust 112-

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #113? Start with the rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!  

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Broken Idol So Your Partner Has Feelings for Someone Else Vagina, vag-OWW-NO

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Responsibilities of erotic fiction characters Pause on Red

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Hell for leather *You really should consider adding your popular posts here too* All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!  

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Relax Baby…We Got This. Harry Potter Cured a Phobia My Abuser Gave Me I didn't mean to write this.

Erotic Fiction

Tied Up Tuesday Andromeda Scattered Lilies My Eyes Adored You Marks caught in his web Oh what a tangled web... A Fine White Thread The Doll’s Face The Cold Breath of Night ...and Pause

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Men should STFU

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

One decision from a totally different life. The changing nature of my submission

Erotic Non-Fiction

Feathers Hmnh. Well, that was different. Mid-Locktober Confessions/Punishment




Blogging and me

Writing About Writing

Rage & happies, #dommelife   Elust

Friday, 16 November 2018

Share It! It's our Shit!

I'll start off my post this week with a notification of a change. I have been doing #SoSS weekly for almost 1 year now, and whilst it isn't hard to find great bloggers willing to share their answers to my questions, it is not sustainable at the current rate.  From December onwards I'm going to reduce my sharing post to monthly.  

Reading recommends as follows:

Mermaid describes the wobbly first step on her journey 

Mischa discusses those those tricky questions we’ve hoped not to answer! 

May’s female slant on Cousin Pons’ story entitled absolution is a tour de force, I loved part 2 the best 

She’s ignoring her boyfriend to gaze at the exotic woman at the bar 

In a clinch with a younger guy, should Hannah resist

Gypsy reminisces over a significant first time 

Witch of the Wands shares valid ball gag advice 


My last 'weekly' interview is a total 'banger' because Girl on the Net has really dug deep and shared a LOT!  She asked me to edit out any rambling ... I say this is priceless, not rambling and I'm sure you'll all agree - but read on!

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

I’d always wanted to be a writer, and I used to enjoy reading sex blogs like Bitchy Jones and forums like Informed Consent back in the day. 

When I was with an ex-partner, we experimented a lot with kink and toyed with the ides of writing a sex blog together. After a lot of thought, he decided he wasn’t keen on it, but I got so excited by the idea that when we broke up I thought I’d give it a go. So after getting his permission to write about some of the things we’d done together, I wrote a few example posts and then stuck them up online to see how they did. And I was chuffed to find not only that people liked them, but that writing about sex made the whole experience even more fun: introspection and reliving shags being almost as fun as having the sex in the first place! 

  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?

Honestly, it was just an off-the-cuff thing, really. I am terribly unimaginative (I also struggle with titles etc for blog posts) so when it came to setting up a twitter name (I was on Twitter before I started blogging) ‘Girl on the Net’ just seemed simple and like it fit well. If I could have my time again I’d choose a very different name - most likely something that *sounds* like a real name, because people understandably feel uncomfortable if they have to address me as ‘girl.’ Most people now go for GOTN (pronounced ‘gotten’) and that works for me! 

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

It’s a combination of filth, feminism and hopefully funny or romantic stuff: mostly real-life sex stories, the odd bit of erotica, and with a focus on trying to normalise sex. 

I think that sex is often treated either as something radical and dangerous or something sacred and precious, and I want to get away from both of those extremes. So most of my blogging involves bite-sized stories of things I’ve done, with the aim of showing people that it’s not ‘weird’ or ‘bad’ to enjoy sex, and hopefully encourage them to share their own stories and ideas on the topic. Since 2017 I’ve also been creating audio porn - sex stories read aloud, to make erotica more accessible to people with visual impairments. 

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

Since 2011, so just over 7 years now, and for the last 4 years or so, blogging has been my full-time job. The time has flown!

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

I’m going to be a big pain in the arse because I honestly cannot pick a favourite. My most-used toys for masturbation at the moment are my Doxy original or Zumio, used in conjunction with a Godemiche Ambit which has the perfect G-spot curve. 

But I also have an intense and probably excessive love for masturbation sheaths of all kinds: wanking someone off with these is one of my favourite lazy-Sunday-afternoon things to do. Oh and cock rings! I recently got a Hot Octopuss Atom Plus, and it’s game-changing to shag with: I don’t normally get enough oomph out of vibrating cock rings, but this one means it’s possible to have a deep, clitoral AND internal orgasm while having a deliciously languid fuck. 

  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you:

Doxy, without a doubt. 

  • What’s your current sexuality?  At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?

I’m straight, although in the course of my life I’ve had quite a few people try to persuade me that I am bi, or that I should identify as bi, because I have slept with women. I do occasionally fancy women, and I’ve shagged a few, but if I really look deep into my heart I just can’t find the same love that I feel for dudes. Usually when I shag women it’s as part of a group scenario, where the sexiness comes from being playful in a group rather than specific desire to get off with a particular woman - and usually the ladies I fuck like this feel the same way about me. So yeah, I’m basically straight. 

  • What’s your preference - naked or “dressed up” for sex?  If dressed up, how so?

I don’t really like getting into costume, because I am extraordinarily lazy, but I do enjoy a shag where you remain partially dressed: a guy lifting my skirt and yanking the crotch of my knickers to one side in order to fuck me is… oh God yeah… very hot. So I’m going to go with ‘dressed up’, as long as ‘dressed up’ can mean basically just me in my civvies with my jeans yanked down to below the crack of my arse, a guy with his flies undone and his rock-solid erection sticking out, banging like teenagers round the back of a Tesco Express. 

  • Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?

I’m lucky enough to have known guys who’ve been game to fulfil most of my fantasies, but the one I’ve never yet managed is a gang bang. And I mean ‘gang bang’ in a really traditional sense: bunch of guys who I don’t know, but who are all really hard and eager to fuck, taking turns on me like I’m a piece of gym equipment while the rest of them watch and grope me and drink and beat me and call me a good girl (or a slut, depending on how well I am pleasing them at the time). 

  • Name the fictional being or species you’d most like to have an encounter with:

A sex robot! Technically fictional because they don’t exist yet, but I would really love to have an encounter with a robot that was designed and built purely for my pleasure. I’ve just been reading the amazing book Turned On by Kate Devlin, in which she talks a lot about all the different ways in which robots could give us pleasure. Not just in humanoid form - in fact humanoid is possibly the least imaginative form a sex robot could take. Think more like a machine with multiple arms or tentacles, each one with a vibrator (or dildo, or g-spot vibe, or breast-caressing cup) on the end. So you’d just lie there and be caressed /vibrated/ fucked every which way by a multi-armed machine designed purely to give you the maximum possible joy. That’d be amazing. 

Posy says:  "Check out GOTN's post on this topic."

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

Yay! Or more like ‘fuck yeah’! Anal still has a frisson of taboo, even for a sex blogger like me who has written often about butt sex. And that taboo, combined with the occasional hint of desperation/urgent desire in the voice of a guy requesting it, makes it extra hot. I’ve struggled a bit with it recently, because my partner’s got quite a thick cock, and we didn’t do it for a while so I got out of practice, but I recently embarked on a butt plug training regime (yes, really) so that I could build back up to taking a good hard fucking again. Almost there… 

  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?

Once when I was at uni, I was fucking a guy I’d had the hots for ever since the first day of term. Eagerly banging on my incredibly narrow single bed, I was bent over doggy-style getting railed like it was all my birthday’s rolled into one. At one point, he pulled out of my cunt and shoved himself into my ass and it was all I could do not to yell out ‘THANK YOU OH GOD THANK YOU.’ Fun was being had. Then, just before he reached the moment of climax, he told me ‘I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come in your ass.’ Except just as he got to the word ‘ass’ his knee slipped off the side of my bed. So what he actually yelled was ‘I’m gonna come in your aaaaaargh’ as he tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, spraying jizz and chipping a tooth on the way down. 

He was fine in the end, don’t worry! 

  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Used to hate it, now I kind of love it. I have a ritual where usually, after a bath, I’ll get out and dry off and lie naked on the bed listening to the end of whichever podcast I was listening to in the bathroom. Then I text my other half something like ‘can I interest you in a fuck before dinner?’ or ‘my skin is really soft - want to come bury your face in it?’ and about ten seconds later I hear his footsteps eagerly bounding up the stairs. His enthusiastic responses to sexts are what’s won me over to them, I think. That and the fact that a sext can be consummated within minutes, usually. I couldn’t cope with them if we were too far apart to act on the things we say! 

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  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

The moment in Wild Things where Matt Dillon pops a bottle of champagne and sprays it over Denise Richards’ tits will always have a special place in my heart. I suspect I’m not the only 90s kid who wanked so hard over this that every detail of it is burned into my memory! 

See also the delightful cocktease scene in Cruel Intentions where Sarah Michelle Gellar sits on Ryan Phillipe’s lap, rubs up against him until he aches, then leaves him angry and frustrated. 
Posy says:  Whoa Mama! I love that scene in Cruel Intentions!

  • Do you watch porn?  

Yep! Mostly just with my partner, or for work, though. When I’m wanking most of my fantasies are in my head, because I’m a control freak and I like my fantasy-sex-people to do and say really specific things.

  • Nominate your favourite adult film:

Weirdly I’m going to pass on this question if that’s OK? Because I tend to watch porn mostly with my partner, my favourite film is one he and I have watched about 50 times together. But he doesn’t like me telling anyone about his porn choices - fair enough, I write enough about our sex life that it’s totally fair for some bits to be off-limits! 

Posy says:  "(More than) fair enough!"

Before I met him, though, my favourite scene was an amateur one in which a woman was told to drink glass after glass of milk, then facefucked until she was a mess of milky vomit and come. That was a favourite of my ex’s, which he introduced me to. We tried to replicate it once but it didn’t have quite the same effect - my gag reflex was, if anything, far too strong. 

  • Before you go, please tell us 1 adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list:

Scandarella! I just love her work so so much. She writes erotic fiction which can be supernatural, political, dark, fascinating, and incredibly hot. I think she’s a fucking genius and I love her. 

If I can sneak in one more too - On Queer Street is brilliantly insightful, and gets a really good balance between flat-out sexiness and thoughtful introspection. 

Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!  


This week, I have shared:

#SinfulSunday : Poker
#MasturbationMonday:  Like Shooting Fish in a Barrel
#WickedWednesday & #FridayFlash:  Thrum