I still want to fuck her. Over and over and over. And then cwtch up and watch Ted Lasso with her, then fuck her again.

My fingertips trailed over his nipples and he kissed me harder then, tongues exploring each other's mouths, hungrily tasting each other

I am a wet cummer at the best of times, but I knew after this, there was a patch of carpet that would never be the same. He didn't care.

That tongue like circling at the same time is too much to bear and I let go. As does my bladder

Saltburn sure is a sexy film, but is that all there is to it?

I hadn't noticed his increased fluid intake. But then it was a hot day, why wouldn't he keep himself hydrated? When I say it was a hot...

People deal with grief in the strangest of ways

This may have been a flat in Suffolk rather than a chateaux in France but the teenage me who had read The Story of O and loved it was ready

If only I had met him after I got some self esteem I would have fucked his brains out.

I work in a distribution warehouse and am usually in steel toe capped boots, overalls and a layer of dust and hi vis. There aren't many...

I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love boobs. All boobs.