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Guest blog: Top surgery turned me into a tit man
A few months ago I wrote about what it feels like to have tits. I love and enjoy mine and I’m very grateful for every squishy, bouncy inch of them. But not everyone feels the same way, and when I published the audio on Patreon, the lovely Dr Phoenix Andrews shared his take on tits and I asked if he’d be up for expanding into a guest blog: “I couldn’t enjoy them until mine were gone, and now you can’t stop me playing with them.” If you don’t know him already, do follow @thatdocphoenix.com on BlueSky for insightful political takes and occasional sexy tattooed thirst traps. And dive in to his incredible guest blog about tits: why he’s definitely a tit man, but he had to get rid of his own before he could appreciate them…
Confess (part 2): Tell me where you’ve been
He’s alone in his office when she walks in. Shattered, trashed, spent, and covered in cum, when she nudges the door open she knows exactly how she looks. The dishevelled, post-fuck, ruined look on her face pairs well with the tattered remains of the shirt she once wore. The mess of her hair is a crowning glory of sluttery and shame. The bar, the beer, the men, the degradation… all of it happened as a prelude to this moment. She walks into his office, raises her eyes to meet his, and receives one simple instruction: “Confess.”
Note this story contains beating, punishment, consensual BDSM and humiliation.
Guest blog: Please stop putting my hand on your boner
I love it when someone gets in touch to pitch a very specific case: something that they feel incredibly strongly about, for which they’d like their message to get as big an audience as possible. Doubly so when I approve that message wholeheartedly, as I do with this one. Today’s guest blogger would like to address cisgender men who have apparently been taking sex advice from misogynist pickup artists from the early noughties. Please welcome the fabulous Synonymph – a polyamorous sex enthusiast with a firm message for the men she meets: please please stop putting her hand on your boner.
Guest blog: I built my own kink devices
Regular readers will know that I am a sucker for kinky DIY. I once built my own spanking bench, and a (very shoddy) clamp/holder for a Fleshlight launch so I could fulfil my dreams of milking a man while he was restrained. I’ve also been delighted to host an incredible guest blog about a DIY glory hole. Don’t get me wrong, I am not encouraging you to do this kind of thing yourself. I have a penchant for DIY and a reckless disregard for my own safety, and occasionally I have partners who want to go all-in on these things with me. But if you’re planning on building your own kink devices, the sensible schoolteacher in me has to tell you ‘don’t try this at home.’ The eager pervert in me, though? That’s a very different matter. The eager pervert in me leapt up in joy when I got an email from the fabulous sex writer Starcross with today’s blog post. He built the kink devices you can see in the image above, and he’s here to explain exactly how – and why – he created kinky implements to fulfil his exacting requirements. Note that there are brief mentions of injury and blood in this story – during the ‘building’ phase, not the ‘kink toys in use’ phase. I am so impressed with his determination and creativity, and beyond delighted he’s up for sharing them here!