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.
Happy Christmas Eve! I had so much fun last night, taking many naked or half-naked pictures, but I am going to share the most Christmassy of those today.
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.
I’m at my parents’ house for Christmas, in a period of orgasm denial that would be a lot hotter if the chastity was being enforced by a dominant rather than a lack of privacy. There are many pieces of festive filth filling my head, each vying to be the next one I write, but this is a piece of personal reflection and private fantasy as much as it is erotica.
Before you read on, I’d like to add a content warning for discussion of depression and suicide.
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.