This is how I want to wake up: with two women either side of me, talking casually about what they are going to do to me, as though I’m not even there. Far too much of today has been spent on turning this fantasy into words, and even this doesn’t quite capture everything I hoped it would.
I had already planned and started writing this post when I realised it would fit rather well with the current Kink of the Week prompt. I’m very sad that I didn’t get to cook a meal while wearing a butt plug at the weekend, but that will remain on my list of sexual goals.
I found this post difficult to write. Not because I didn’t have ideas for this particular Kink of the Week prompt, but because for the first time since I began blogging – admittedly not very long ago – I lost my momentum. Determined to get it back, I banished myself to a sofa until I had written at least some words, and eventually asked the wonderful DomSigns if I could use an idea (or two) he mentioned to me. Thus I must thank him, and I hope he enjoys their use here.
As we approach Christmas, I have been horrified to find that some people I considered to possess excellent taste consider a Christmas pudding to be superior to a Yule log. I’m being as serious with this statement as one can be about festive desserts, of course, but the debate sparked an idea. To correct the whole of Twitter, though, the perfect Christmas sweet treat is a mince pie, and if anyone writes me a piece of erotica involving mince pies they will be declared The Best.
This scene is inspired by something I heard, or maybe misheard, last weekend. Something that might never have been a possibility outside of my own head, and where the idea took root because I wanted it to be a possibility.
I’m really missing my laptop, but despite this there are a thousand filthy thoughts whirling around in my head so I’ve attempted to get some of them down on paper. A friend has predicted that the amount of erotica I post will increase while I’m at my parents’ house over Christmas, so this is the first of those. A tribute to guys in running gear who I want to do bad things to…