The Ethics Of Writing Filth

Over the past few days, there has been an interesting discussion going on about whether or not, those of us who write erotic fiction should include condom use and promote safe sex, generally. It all began with this tweet from the lovely May from Sex Matters: I have a question for my fellow fiction bloggers. @AuroraGloryBlog... Continue Reading →

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Word for Wednesday – Doppelgänger

Doppelgänger /daw-puh l-geng-er/ noun a ghostly double or counterpart of a living person I sometimes wonder where the Zen Nudist ends and Kilted Wookie begins; or indeed where they both end and the "real" me begins. I have written before about how the Zen Nudist/Kilted Wookie dichotomy came to be but, I am an extreme compartmentaliser by nature. Every facet of my life... Continue Reading →

The Closest Shave

I have mentioned before that I am actually quite fond of pubic hair on a woman. There is something about slowly running my fingers through those soft, and increasingly damp, curls between a woman's legs that can transport me back in time to when sex and exploration of the female body were new experiences for... Continue Reading →

Precipice

I recently did a post on self-edging; the experience of prolonging that wonderfully exquisite agony just before allowing myself the much needed release of orgasm. I have also described my masturbation technique. Unfortunately, I have also mentioned that, for reasons of the medication I take for my depression, both of the aforementioned activities are rarities.... Continue Reading →

Cunnilingus

I can’t actually remember what prompted me to go down on girl for the first time. I just remember that, at some point, I found myself face down between the legs of the girl in question and my tongue was lapping her cunt. I wouldn’t describe myself as having an addictive disposition, but with that... Continue Reading →

Watching

Much as I enjoy being responsible for my partner's orgasm, there is something intensely arousing and intimate when I watch her pleasure herself. I love to watch as she slides her hands over her body; stroking, touching, pinching and flicking. I love listening to the sounds she makes as she turns her self on, her... Continue Reading →

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