I am so excited about this week’s guest blog. Lots of people have asked me in the past if I’m familiar with financial domination, or if it’s something I would ever write about. My answer has always been that I don’t really understand the dynamic enough to give it a decent shot, and I’d always rather publish a post from someone who truly gets off on a kink than perform some ham-fisted approximation of it myself. So when this week’s guest blogger – HarlequinWorks – @harlequinworks on Twitter – offered a post explaining the sexy details of why he gets off on financial domination, I leapt at the chance to understand this kink a little better. Please welcome Harley, and get stuck in to the filthy fun of findom!

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Men: they’re fucking everywhere, aren’t they? God, I had almost forgotten they existed. I used to walk down streets past men every day and barely give them a second glance, but suddenly now I am starting to notice them. Men. Everywhere. This is a post written loosely off the back of a pep talk I gave to a friend, in which I urged her: shoot your shot. (hat tip to @Oloni for introducing me to that excellent phrase)

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When I write about humiliation or degradation, piss-play or throatfucking or any sex act that could be seen as someone demeaning me, I’ll often get concerned comments from people who don’t understand: who see only the acts themselves, and conclude that I’m doing myself harm. But the concept of being degraded and humiliated is far more complex than just pointing to an embarrassing experience and going ‘boo, that looks bad!’ What makes one person shudder may make another turned on, and this week’s guest blogger is here to talk you through her kink – how she gets off on being treated like shit.

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I find armpit hair incredibly sexy. I have always adored the way it frames and accents the shoulders and arms of someone I’m fucking – the sight of a hot dude lounging topless or naked, arms folded behind his head and armpit hair adding a touch of colour to draw attention to the curve of where his chest meets his shoulders makes me shudder and want to bury my face in him. But armpit hair is sexy on me too, not just for how it looks but how it makes me feel. (more…)

There are tonnes of things to mourn at the end of a relationship. Not least, in my case, a really awesome holiday I had planned for April this year. Lockdown put paid to that, but the ferry tickets still exist, and the rescheduled dates sit in my diary taunting me: a cycling trip with fondue and fucking and fun which will now likely never come to pass. There are infinite possible worlds in which we didn’t break up, or in which we broke up in far less painful ways, where some of this stuff might have occurred. But in this world, the one that exists for me, here are a few fucks that will never happen.

Note: the third story in this trilogy involves sex-while-asleep. It’s pre-negotiated and fully consensual, but I know some people aren’t into that, so this is just here to let you skip over it if you’d like to. 

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