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Highlighted Filth: A Poem
I want you to read
while I go down on on you
I want to go down on you
while you read
here are the rules
one: it don’t matter
what you read, you pick
I might recommend naughty
dirty, filthy, immoral words that
make you pulse
two: I will be very slow, very
soft. attempt not even to distract
you. but to provide a little
pleasure, in the background, more like
cockwarming than a challenge,
a dare, an inevitable ending. more like
two fingers slipped so slowly
inside you, while your lips
are between my lips,
gentle, barely there
sucking. soft
tongue, wet
mouth. maybe
eventually you’ll read
the highlighted filth out loud
maybe you’ll squeeze my head
between your thighs maybe
you’ll play with my hair
with your fingertips, absently
until you grip and
hold me still and
come, rubbing
on my tongue
three: coming is not
the point. maybe you won’t
come, maybe you’ll
read for hours until
you finally finish
the book, put it down,
triumphant, wait
for me to look up
take off your glasses
reach for me
pull me on top of you
pull me inside of you
legs wrapped around
hips pressing pressing pressing
again and again
while you whisper-moan
yes — which is, four: the point
Top 20 Cock Confidence Essays on Sugarbutch for the 20th Anniversary
Ask Me Anything: Strapping On For the First Time
June 1, 2011 · Content: strap-on, beginners, first time, positions, lube, blow jobs, harness, communication, sex ed, butch/femme
Go slow. Use lots of lube. LOTS of lube. More than you think you might need, especially at first. A reader’s butch just placed the online order for her first cock — here’s everything I wish someone had told me: how to talk each other through it, which positions actually work, why the typical porn positions are the best, and how to get each other off when the sensation is coming through the base rather than the tip.
Which harnesses work with double dildos?
September 29, 2017 · Content: double dildo, harness, strapless strap-on, Feeldoe, Share, RodeoH, advice, sex ed, penetration, queer sex
A reader’s girlfriend is buying a Share dildo and wants to know which harness will actually work with it. The short answer: most harnesses aren’t designed for doubles, but a few are. A full breakdown of the options — from the Feeldoe/Realdoe to the Fuze Tango to the Injoyus — with notes on what to expect from each, including the honest truth about which positions work best when you’ve got a double inside you.
The Ten Sugarbutch Cock Commandments
September 26, 2014 · Content: cock confidence, strap-on, philosophy, sex ed, embodiment, identity, gender, beginners, lube, harness
After six years teaching strap-on workshops and fifteen years strapping on, here are the foundational rules: All bodies have holes. Use sexy words. It is an extension of your body — wear it around the house, jerk off with it, feel your energy all the way into the tip. Don’t call it fake. The Ten Commandments distilled from years of teaching, coaching, and fucking.
Review: 4-in-1 Natural—Pack, Pee, Play, & Pleasure from FreeToM Prosthetics
April 19, 2016 · Content: packing, STP, stand-to-pee, prosthetic, FreeToM, medical silicone, trans, pack and play, review, gender
A medical grade silicone prosthetic designed to do four things: pack, pee, play, and pleasure. It folds for packing, comes with an insertable rod to make it hard enough to fuck with, has a cup structure for standing to pee, and a textured pleasure slide against the body for the wearer. The most comprehensive pack-and-play device reviewed on the site — with notes on what works, what doesn’t, and which color samples to order first.
The Sugarbutch Guide to Cock Confidence: Pack & Play
February 8, 2011 · Content: packing, pack and play, harness, bendable dildo, sex ed, cock confidence, tips, gender, strap-on
The problem: good soft packing cocks are too soft to play with, and good solid fucking cocks are too hard and big to pack with. A guide to the few options that can actually do both — with harness tips, packing technique, and the important reminder that unless you’re going for the tent-pole look, wear baggy pants.
Review: Packing Cocks 101
July 14, 2008 · Content: packing, packer, soft packing, silicone, materials, review, gender, trans, cock confidence, early archive
Cocks that aren’t necessarily hard enough to fuck with, but which you can wear around and feel that weight between your legs — to tuck into jeans and rub up against your honey when you go out dancing, to get a little squeeze on the ride home, to fuck with gender, to feel more complete. A comprehensive review of packing cock options with materials guidance, what to avoid, and why some highly-reviewed products are still worth skipping.
Review: Finally, an Ejaculating Dildo: The Semenette
January 30, 2016 · Content: ejaculating dildo, Semenette, come play, fluid play, strap-on, silicone, review, body fluid, cock confidence, queer sex
For years the options for a strap-on cock that actually squirts were either toxic materials or badly engineered — until the Semenette arrived. High quality silicone, harness-compatible, with a tube that actually works. Originally designed to deliver sperm for insemination — “Turkey basters? Ew!” — but more relevantly, finally a way to make a big mess of fluids in strap-on play, or squeeze something down a boy’s throat on a blow job. Detailed review with dimensions, pros, cons, and technique.
Femming the Strap-On, Guest Post by Artemisia FemmeCock
July 28, 2016 · Content: femme cock, femme top, strap-on, gender, identity, queer femme, coming out, cock confidence, guest post, Artemisia FemmeCock
“I used to think I wasn’t gay enough to have a cock.” An essay about reclaiming the strap-on as a femme — pushing back against the assumption that cocks belong to butches, that femmes are purely receptive, that there’s a mathematical formula for how gay you’re allowed to be based on your presentation. A sharp, personal piece about discovering cock from inside a femme identity.
Ask Mr. Sexsmith: Tomboi vs RodeoH brief-style harness?
November 27, 2013 · Content: harness, Tomboi, RodeoH, brief-style harness, Spare Parts, review, comparison, clit stimulation, harness advice
The Tomboi is better than the RodeoH in fabric and cut — the RodeoH is so much shaped like girl panties, not boy briefs, and that drives me nuts. But just like the RodeoH, there’s no tight fabric near the clit, so it doesn’t do much for the wearer’s stimulation. A direct comparison of both brief-style harnesses, with notes on what I actually need from a harness and why I keep coming back to leather.
The Sugarbutch Guide to Cock Confidence: Soft Packing (Part 2)
August 7, 2014 · Content: soft packing, packer, materials, silicone, Mr. Softy, Mr. Right, Vixen Creations, review, gender, trans
Just about anything can go in the briefs as a packer, but plenty of queer genderfuckers have already done the research. Part Two of the soft packing guide covers specific product recommendations — from the Mr. Softy in four sizes to the Mr. Right silicone packer — with notes on materials, why silicone is almost always better, and where to start if you want to try it for the first time.
Ask Me Anything: Strap-On Positions When Someone is Taller
May 23, 2011 · Content: strap-on positions, height difference, sex positions, advice, technique, sex ed, penetration, cock confidence
If your torsos are different lengths and the receiver is much taller, missionary is going to be difficult — and if both torsos and thighs are different heights, it might be near impossible to get your whole bodies pressed together while fucking. But there are still many good options: receiver on top straddling, bent over a bed at hip height, giver on their knees with receiver on their back. Detailed position guide for couples dealing with significant height differences.
The Sugarbutch Guide to Cock Confidence: Soft Packing (Part 1)
July 31, 2014 · Content: soft packing, gender, trans, masculinity, identity, cock confidence, why we pack, embodiment, DIY packing
“I don’t pack, but I love when my girlfriend wears her packer. It makes her stand a little taller and it really turns me on when there’s a little something extra to squeeze.” When packing started around 2000, it was kind of indescribably comfortable — like a really cozy sweatshirt. Part One of the soft packing guide covers the why: gender affirmation, the weight between the legs, the swagger it produces, and who packs — which is anyone of any gender who wants to.
The Best Uncut Strap-Ons: Uncut #1 by Tantus & Ellis by New York Toy Collective
January 31, 2017 · Content: uncut dildo, foreskin, Tantus, New York Toy Collective, review, cock confidence, embodiment, gender, silicone, packing
When the uncut packer by New York Toy Collective arrived, there was something unusually embodied about it — given my parent’s politics, if they’d had a kid assigned male at birth, they probably wouldn’t have had him circumcised. So it felt closer to what my body might have experienced. A review of the two best uncut strap-ons available, with an update pointing to the first one found with actually movable foreskin.
Ask Me Anything: How to Give Blow Jobs Without Feeling Stupid
August 4, 2011 · Content: blow job, strap-on, cock confidence, Kristen, technique, beginners, embodiment, sex ed, sensation
Here’s the thing about sucking silicone cock: you have to pretend it’s real and remember that it’s not, both at the same time. Kristen guest-answers this one: start slow, lick around the head, look up at your partner, vary your speed. Act like you know what you’re doing. And for the wearer: the sensation comes from the base pressing against the clit, so position matters — and getting off is absolutely possible.
Review: Carter, The (Big!) Bendable Dildo by New York Toy Collective
July 31, 2015 · Content: dildo review, New York Toy Collective, bendable dildo, dual density silicone, girth, packing, strap-on, queer sex toys
Carter finally feels like a desert-island dildo — the one to choose, above all else, as the go-to cock for everything. New York Toy Collective’s unique trick is the only bendable silicone on the market, which means it packs in jeans and still fucks. Carter adds significant girth to the line. Detailed review covering material, shape, size, feel, and why dual-density silicone is worth paying for.
Cock Confidence: Buck by Vixen Creations (Review)
November 14, 2009 · Content: Vixen Creations, Vixskin, Buck, silicone dildo, review, cock confidence, harness compatible, realistic, material
Oh, Vixskin. (Sigh & swoon.) When asked which cocks to recommend, the answer is always Vixen Creations’ Vixskin line — high quality silicone, completely sterilizable, but much more pliable than regular silicone, realistic enough to feel like mine. Buck is the one that gets the deep dive here: shape, size, material, and what it’s like to actually fuck with it.
Cock Confidence: Uncut with Movable Foreskin
January 31, 2019 · Content: uncut, foreskin, movable foreskin, King Cock, Doc Johnson, review, cock confidence, PVC, materials, strap-on
The number of times people have asked about a strap-on with foreskin that actually moves — and finally, there’s one. The King Cock Uncut by Doc Johnson. It’s not perfect (PVC material, off-gassing smell, not the highest quality plastics), but it is the first one found with foreskin that slides. A thorough review covering materials, what off-gassing means and why it matters, and an honest assessment of whether the foreskin movement is actually worth it.
Keeping a Leather Harness Clean
July 28, 2009 · Content: leather harness, harness care, cleaning, maintenance, Aslan Leather, Commando, cock confidence, leather, sex toy care
A new harness arrived — the Commando by Aslan Leather, which quickly became a new favorite — and the question of how to keep it clean and in good shape became urgent after a very active several months with Kristen. A practical guide to leather harness maintenance: what to use, what not to use, how to keep the leather from cracking, and what to look for when a harness is starting to wear out.
Review: Randy, The New Big Cock
June 30, 2009 · Content: dildo review, Randy, Babeland, big cock, girth, strap-on, Vixskin, blow job, fucking, cock confidence
The cock that’s perfect for blow jobs isn’t always the one that fills her properly, that makes her gasp and open practically involuntarily. Randy gets swapped in mid-scene — after the blow job — because something larger is needed. A review that doubles as a scene report: the hot immediacy of changing o-rings while she’s already wet, and what it’s like to fuck someone for the first time with a cock that’s uncertain territory.
Getting My Cock Pierced
February 10, 2011 · Content: cock piercing, body modification, Elayne Angel, silicone, Prince Albert, apadravya, butch cock, gender, identity
Heading to Philadelphia for a session with legendary piercer Elayne Angel — Kristen is getting her nipples done, and one of my cocks is getting pierced. Which one? Which piercing? I’ve been wanting to do this for years but never quite figured out the logistics of piercing plastic. An open question to the community about which cock to bring, which piercing would feel best for the receiver, and what it means to mark a silicone cock as yours.
Top 20 Gender Essays on Sugarbutch for the 20th Anniversary
Clit Pumping: How to Grow
March 11, 2009 · Content: clit pumping, sex ed, technique, testosterone, gender, body modification, clit, trans, genderqueer, DIY
Some guys grow inches on their clits from pumping — that’s how I first heard about it, at a trans conference, from a friend who said it was all the rage. The principle is the same as enlarging a cis-cock: engorge with blood repeatedly, work the tissue like a muscle. A practical guide to clit pumping with product comparisons, technique notes, and the particular pleasure of taking your body’s possibilities seriously.
Dear (Cis) People Who Put Your Pronouns On Your “Hello My Name Is” Name Tag
April 20, 2019 · Content: pronouns, nonbinary, genderqueer, they/them, trans allyship, visibility, community, coming out, name tags
“When you do that, I feel more comfortable putting my pronouns — they/them. I feel more comfortable being visibly out as nonbinary.” A thank-you letter to cis people who put their pronouns on name tags, followed by a practical guide to where else to do it — email signatures, social media bios, Zoom names — and why it matters more than it might seem.
How to take butch cock seriously
April 8, 2008 · Content: strap-on, butch cock, cock confidence, blow job, gender, embodiment, identity, sex ed, butch/femme
Call it a cock, dick, prick, johnson — but don’t call it “fake.” It isn’t. Touch it, caress it, taste it, suck it, treat it like it’s part of the body it’s attached to, because it is. A foundational essay on the practical and philosophical dimensions of taking butch cock seriously — written from the perspective of someone who has a lot of nerves in their cunt and can feel when you press it against them.
How I Became A Daddy
July 23, 2016 · Content: Daddy/girl, identity, gender, kink, leather, masculinity, reluctance, D/s, personal history, evolution
I came to be a Daddy somewhat reluctantly. For years I felt a certain charge about Daddy/girl dynamics — mostly negative. How was it not about incest? A gay male friend put me on the path to understanding: it’s about having an older male figure, a positive role model, something so many of us lacked and still crave. It took eight more years of devouring lesbian erotica before I admitted to myself what it was that I kept coming back to.
Nonbinary Honorific Terms for a Dominant
September 30, 2021 · Content: nonbinary, honorifics, D/s, titles, dominance, language, gender neutral, they/them, kink, community
The usual titles are all so gendered: Sir, Ma’am, Mistress. In the nonbinary D/s groups I was holding, this question came up constantly — what do we actually call a nonbinary dominant? A thorough survey of options, from Captain to Your Liege to Magister, with thoughts on what resonates and why finding a title that fits matters more than it might seem.
On Butches: Coming Inside
March 5, 2009 · Content: butch identity, vulnerability, strap-on, orgasm, gender, embodiment, coming, risk, masculinity
“The truth is, it feels embarrassing, really, to come while strapped on and fucking. The amount I have to let go and risk is sometimes too much for my heart to open up.” An essay about the particular vulnerability of orgasm as a butch top — and the specific gender of being outside the body, penetrating, exposed — that sits with the tension without resolving it.
Reconciling the Identities of Feminist & Butch Top
December 18, 2009 · Content: feminism, BDSM, butch top, sadism, identity, politics, face slapping, consent, reconciliation, gender
A girl asked to be slapped. Something big swelled and I wanted to — and then spent years wrestling with what that meant for a feminist who believes in equality and consent and anti-violence politics. This essay, written for a feminist sex reading series, is the account of how those identities got reconciled: not by resolving the tension, but by sitting inside it long enough to understand it.
On Femme Invisibility
November 23, 2009 · Content: femme invisibility, butch/femme, gender presentation, queer community, femininity, identity, discrimination, visibility
Femme invisibility is real. Queer women who are feminine get read as straight — by straight people, other queer people, sometimes by themselves — because the culture assumes that rejecting heterosexuality means rejecting femininity. “Femme invisibility is bullshit,” Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha said at the Femme Conference. “You just don’t know how to look.” Written from the position of someone who is not femme but has spent years witnessing it, loving it, and wanting to see it named correctly.
Let’s Talk About Bleeding While Butch
August 31, 2014 · Content: menstruation, butch identity, body, gender, dysphoria, hormones, menstrual cycle, feminist body politics, chronic pain
I have always had very heavy periods — lots of blood, serious cramps, the kind that keep you flat on your back. And I’ve always had very specific feelings about menstruating as a butch person. This essay is about both: the physical reality of bleeding and the gender complexity of it, in a body that is butch, in a culture that feminizes menstruation by default, in communities that don’t always talk about this enough.
Coming Out Genderqueer: An Open Letter to My Family & Friends
November 26, 2013 · Content: genderqueer, coming out, nonbinary, butch, trans, identity, pronouns, family, open letter, gender theory
“I’m genderqueer. That means I live my day-to-day life somewhere between ‘man’ and ‘woman,’ often facing daily interactions where the general public doesn’t ‘get’ my gender.” Originally published on Facebook to tag at least twenty people who needed to see it. A distilled, accessible explanation of genderqueer identity, what butch means, what trans-asterisk means, and why the boxes of man and woman feel too constricting — written for people outside these worlds.
Microagressions & Misgendering: “Right this way, ladies.”
December 21, 2015 · Content: misgendering, microaggressions, genderqueer, nonbinary, service industry, gender policing, language, trans, visibility, daily life
Interacting with service industry people can be daunting and exhausting for genderqueer folks. Being called “ladies” — constantly, daily — is not just deflating. It’s a very real microaggression. It’s the larger culture, made up of thousands of individuals, gender policing us into binary categories and reminding anyone outside those categories that we are wrong, unseen, and unimportant. This essay names the thing clearly and talks through what to do about it.
Femme Invisibility & Beyond
January 15, 2012 · Content: femme invisibility, butch/femme, gender presentation, queer community, identity, advice, femininity, discrimination
A reader asked: why do butches ignore femmes even when they nod or say “nice tie”? A follow-up to the 2009 femme invisibility essay, this one goes further: femme invisibility is a form of gender discrimination, because refusing to recognize a femme as queer means asserting that their presentation trumps their own self-identification. And that’s not just wrong — it’s a very specific kind of erasure.
A Love Letter to Femmes
April 1, 2009 · Content: femme, love letter, Femmethology, anthology, femininity, butch/femme, witnessing, queer community, audio
Written for the Femmethology anthology on femme identity. The essay arrived on the very last day of submission, written in one long sentence, spent the rest of the day being polished. This post includes an audio recording of the reading rather than the full text — you’ll need the book for that. A love letter written from the position of someone who witnesses femme, loves it, and can’t quite speak from inside it, but wanted to anyway.
My Evolving Masculinity, Part Three: “Daddy”
October 20, 2009 · Content: Daddy/girl, masculinity, identity, Kristen, dirty talk, kink, personal essay, patreon-protected
Kristen had been calling me “Daddy” in bed since earlier that summer, and it felt so damn personal to write about. Part Three of the Evolving Masculinity series — the moment when a kink that had seemed unthinkable started to feel not just possible but true. Available to Patreon members.
What do you call your butch?
April 20, 2009 · Content: butch, pet names, honorifics, language, gender, masculinity, D/s, dirty talk, community question
Specifically, when they’re a top, what do you call them in bed — Sir? Daddy? Handsome? When the usual pet names (“honey,” “sweetie,” “baby”) read too feminine for the gender dynamic you’re playing with, language starts to matter differently. An open question to readers that generated a rich comment thread about all the ways people address and celebrate their butches.
Is genderqueer (or butch) a stepping stone to transitioning?
February 3, 2014 · Content: genderqueer, transitioning, butch identity, trans, nonbinary, gender theory, identity, community, personal essay
A trans guy who used to identify as genderqueer asked: for him it was a stepping stone because he was afraid to come out all the way. Is that what’s happening with you? The answer: I don’t have investment in being seen as male, but I do have investment in not being seen exclusively as female. That’s a subtle difference — and maybe the whole difference. A nuanced response to a question that deserves more than a yes or no.
On Butches: Hair
August 26, 2008 · Content: butch identity, facial hair, body hair, gender, shaving, masculinity, coming out, body politics, early archive
I am a butch who shaves — not my legs, but my face: chin, mustache, sideburns, every day. It took years to celebrate this. An ex-boyfriend used it against me in a fight: “You have more hair on your chin than me!” I went upstairs and shaved for the first time. That was 1999. Now I buy men’s razors and walk to the register with my head high. A meditation on facial hair, body politics, and the small acts of gender celebration that add up.
In Praise of Femmes: Hair & Shaving
August 28, 2008 · Content: femme, body hair, shaving, femininity, beauty culture, body politics, gender, butch/femme, choice
Written as the companion piece to “On Butches: Hair” — the femme side of the same conversation. A distinction between options and personal preference: what the body does is natural, real, acceptable, sexy. Body hair, stretch marks, the thickness of muscle or thigh or waist — these are beautiful. And the question of whether a femme shaves her legs is hers alone to answer, with feminist body culture as the larger frame.
On Butch Breasts, Binders, & Bras
June 24, 2008 · Content: butch breasts, binder, bra, gender, body, masculinity, chest, dysphoria, feminism, body politics
I went one day without my binder, and all day long I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. The binder doesn’t make my chest disappear — it makes it look like a chest rather than a uniboob. I think breasts are butch. I think the menstrual cycle is butch. Everything the female body does can be butch, because butch has to do with masculinity on a female body — and I’ve been holding back my desire to go further into my own masculinity out of fear. This essay is me naming that fear out loud.
Unsolicited Advice to a New Butch (aka The Butch Poem)
June 14, 2011 · Content: butch identity, advice, poem, prose poem, community, masculinity, gender, growth, lineage
“There is more to you than this identity. It makes everything make more sense, and without it you might be lost, but with it you are only ever on one path. You contain more multitudes than that.” A prose poem written for the new butch — or the old butch who needed reminding. Dance. Cook. Read. Make peace with your body. Invest in a suit. Remember that your lover craves your skin and friction and kisses not despite but because of your masculinity.
Top 20 Sinclair’s Favorite Dirty Stories On Sugarbutch for the 20th Anniversary
While this other list has the top 20 erotica stories of all time (as of the 20th anniversary), what follows here are my personal favorite erotica stories that I’ve written and published here in the past 20 years. In order from most recently published to oldest.
You’ll Take Whatever I Can Dish Out
September 9, 2025 · Content: impact play, flogging, fists, sadism, suffering, catharsis, biting, crying, safewords
They wanted to suffer. That’s what they asked for — to scream and cry and resist and beg for it to stop, and to have me keep going anyway. They gave the safeword “mercy”: if they beg for mercy, that’s when they really can’t take anymore. Everything else is fair game. A brutally honest account of what it means to give a sadist everything they have and take everything that comes back.
You’ll Get What’s Coming
October 21, 2024 · Content: fiction, brat, D/s, bondage, cuffs, knife play, strap-on, rough sex, size queen, dirty talk
She’s in cuffs with a blindfold on and her shirt in two pieces on the floor, snapping “fuck you” and “you monster” while pressing her ass back into the ten inches packed in her honor. “What makes you think I want it easy?” she asks, grinning. A brat who means every word of the attitude and every arch of her back — and gets exactly what’s coming.
Show Me How Bad You Want Me
October 2, 2024 · Content: boot worship, boot play, sir/girl, dirty talk, begging, teasing, cane marks, strap-on, wetness
She’s straddling my knee-high Wescos, her wet cunt pressed against the steel toe, striped thighs from the cane already used on her. I nudge her with my boot. Show me, I say. Show me how wet you are. Boot worship, begging, and the particular pleasure of making someone prove their desire before giving them a single thing.
Don’t Swallow
September 22, 2024 · Content: butch/femme, blow job, spit play, cum play, praise kink, good girl, strap-on, control, penetration
Red comes over after work, already a little frantic, and the moment she sits down I put my hands in her hair and kiss her until her shoulders drop half an inch. Then I unbutton my jeans. I have a rule: always carry a condom if I’m hard packing. I run the head of my cock against her lips and tell her to open. Then: don’t swallow.
The Bradley Shower Pole
October 4, 2023 · Content: fiction, bathhouse, glory hole, trans man, blow job, anonymous sex, gender, dysphoria, faggotry, cruising
Jaime is on his knees in the dark at Steamworks, his third time here, learning what he likes: short and thick so he can swallow them deep, the tickle of fur at his nose, his front hole gushing onto the floor, wondering if he pressed his ass against the hole whether the other man would choose that instead. A story about a trans man learning to inhabit a men’s space and feel like he belongs.
Titrate My Urges: Chapter 1 (Untitled, Unpublished Novel Excerpt)
October 31, 2021 · Content: fiction, D/s, spanking, brat, Daddy/girl, novel excerpt, dirty talk, dungeon, desire
Her bottom is blushing pink under my palms, she’s up on her tiptoes bent over the leather horse in my dungeon, and I’m getting tired of having to titrate my urges. She pushes back into my hands, looking over her shoulder with those deep brown sparkly gold eyes. “That’s ‘Sir’ to you, young lady,” I growl, and smack her again. Chapter one of the now published Leather & Lust novel — where the whole story of Harrison, Sidra, & Tally begins.
Milk, Part One
August 31, 2021 · Content: fiction, mama/boy, breast milk, nursing, ANR, age play, intimacy, patreon-protected
An experienced nurser posts an ad: milkmaid or mama, depending. Must be able to meet at least once a week for six weeks. It’s creamier than expected, and tangier. A story about a particular kind of hunger and the particular kind of care that meets it. Available to Patreon members.
Whatever I Want, Whatever I Say
January 30, 2019 · Content: fiction, D/s, objectification, loan/sharing, fishnets, ownership, rough sex, dirty talk, negotiation
She’s borrowed for the night — negotiated in advance, everything laid out. She handed over her panties at the door before she was through the threshold. Now she’s against the wall, my hand over her mouth, and I take my time anyway, slowly, deliberately, like there’s all the time in the world.
I Want To Be Brutal.
December 26, 2018 · Content: fiction, D/s, impact play, forced orgasm, sadism, ownership, D/s contract, intimacy, confession
I want to be brutal, but I want to be nice. The confession that opens the story is also its engine: I tell you to strip and kneel, I go back to my book, I make you wait. Then I show you both things at once — the beast and the tenderness in the same hands, without resolving the contradiction.
Daddy in the Morning
November 14, 2017 · Content: Daddy/girl, fiction, morning, tenderness, erotica, patreon-protected
Daddy/girl in the soft light just after waking — that particular sweetness before the day starts, before either of us has to be anything other than exactly this. Available to Patreon members.
Satiated (Mistress Elise Winter & morgan #3)
April 28, 2015 · Content: fiction, Mama/boy, breast play, nursing, morning, ownership, tenderness, D/s, caretaking
Elise wakes slowly, body still stiff from last night, and the boy is curled against her, his mouth already doing that suckling thing near her breast. “Mama,” he murmurs, half asleep, and she shifts so he can reach her nipple. She has standing permission to take him whenever she wants him — that’s what gets him off most. But right now she just wants to hold him in the morning light. Tender and deeply kinky in equal measure.
Cruising in the Woods (Kai & DJ #1)
March 15, 2015 · Content: fiction, cruising, outdoor sex, queer men’s space, blow job, strap-on, anonymous sex, leather camp, faggotry, butch/femme
Pitch black, almost midnight, somewhere in the secluded part of Ramblewood at a leather camp. Kai is supposed to be finding DJ, but isn’t in a hurry to get out of this sea of hard dicks. Someone growls “c’mere, then” from up against a tree. Kai drops to their knees. First installment of the Kai & DJ series — queer space, cruising culture, and the pleasure of not quite knowing who’s on the other side of the dark.
Five Blow Jobs
September 9, 2013 · Content: blow job, D/s, orgasm control, boot worship, service, aftercare, permission, strap-on, boy/sir
Five scenes, five blow jobs, each one different: fingers in the mouth while my fingers are inside you, coming without permission and losing the privilege mid-stroke, long slow aftercare in the chair, a morning where I want you before you’ve even woken up, a desperate late-night hunger. A study in all the different things a blow job can be — service, punishment, reward, tenderness, possession.
The Pink Dress
January 1, 2012 · Content: fiction, butch/femme, femme identity, spanking, strap-on, D/s, gender, submission, Sugarbutch Star
Emily comes out of the dressing room slowly, suddenly shy, though she’s been naked in dozens of compromised positions. The baby-pink satin dress with the plunging neckline. “But I’m not femme,” she argues. “Of course you are,” I say. A story about permission — to want something feminine, to want something kinky, to want both at once — that begins in a thrift store and ends thoroughly.
The Boy at Summer Camp
September 21, 2011 · Content: Daddy/boy, trans boy, blow job, leather camp, Dark Odyssey, rife, negotiation, butch on butch
It started with an email with the subject line “butch at your service,” and an offer for a blow job. At Summer Camp, rife made a point to say hello, and the energy was surprising — his tender sweetness, the way he owned his desires but kept his chin down, submissive. I watched him bruise and take it. I’m not usually attracted to boys, but I was attracted to this boy. A real-life first encounter that became something much larger.
Good Girl, Bad Girl (Part One)
January 27, 2011 · Content: fiction, Daddy/girl, D/s, dirty talk, desire, lap sitting, protocol, power play, feminist guilt
Sometimes I am a Bad Daddy. I hate it and I want it and I crave it and I hate that I want and crave it. She asks if she can sit on my lap, and I let her, and I put one hand on the back of her head, and something growls in my belly, and I have to decide — again — what kind of Daddy I’m going to be tonight.
Desperation & Dominance
March 5, 2010 · Content: Daddy/girl, D/s, oral sex, strap-on, dominance, tenderness, Kristen
“Want to know what I was thinking about when I got off yesterday?” she asks. We’re lying in bed, still sweaty, hearts calming. She tells me she was thinking about tears streaming down her cheeks and me not stopping. “Let’s play later,” I say. A story about the gap between fantasy and reality — and how sometimes reality is more tender than the fantasy, and more devastating for it.
My slutty little girl.
April 2, 2009 · Content: Daddy/girl, blow job, strap-on, dirty talk, objectification, begging, Kristen
We only have a few hours before she has to drive back. A blow job first, as ordered — do it real pretty and I’ll fuck you — then everything else. The pleasure of having her desire handed over so completely, and what it costs to receive it well.
The “Straight Girl” at the Dyke Bar
October 17, 2007 · Content: fiction, dyke bar, straight girl, butch/femme, alley, desire, first time, Sugarbutch Star
She bursts out the back door of the dive dyke bar into the alley where I’m smoking, fruity drink in hand, and announces she’s trying to seduce me. “You’re drunk,” I say. “Not so drunk that I don’t know what I want,” she snaps. “Only drunk enough that I can go after it.” She inches closer. My internal butch cock stirs. One of the earliest Sugarbutch Star stories.
Bully
July 23, 2007 · Content: fiction, bondage, flogger, blindfold, strap-on, second person, D/s, dominance, early archive
You are face down, ponytail bobbing, wrists and ankles tied to my bedposts. Since winning these bedposts from my last breakup, I have fucked five women in this bed. You are the sixth. Does it matter how I got you here? My collection of floggers hangs from a swirl of Victorian iron on the wall. I choose my favorite — black thin leather, red deerskin flanks in the center, my name carved into the handle: s. i. n.
Top 20 Kink & D/s Essays On Sugarbutch for the 20th Anniversary
This list of the top 20 kink & D/s essays on Sugarbutch is listed according to the number of views, starting with the most viewed of all time.
How to Chomp: Erotic Biting for Pleasure & Pain
November 5, 2013 · Content: biting, impact play, consent, negotiation, marks, kink technique, sex ed, D/s, topping
“I’m surprised more people don’t talk about biting. It’s pretty practical — I think it should be a conscious part of a dom’s tool kit. When I first apply pressure, her whole body goes tight like a bowstring. It makes me feel like I control every inch of her in that moment.” A full practical guide to erotic biting: where to bite, how hard, how to negotiate marks, and why your mouth might be the most versatile tool you already own.
7 Tips For Flirting As A Submissive
September 11, 2015 · Content: submission, flirting, D/s, dominants, kink community, advice, negotiation, power exchange, s-type
The most common question submissives ask: how do I flirt with dominants without coming across as pushy, or invisible, or like I’m topping from the bottom? The confusion is that we associate flirtation with assertion — which gets read as dominant. This essay untangles that, with seven concrete tips for how a submissive can make their interest known while still respecting the dynamic they’re hoping to enter.
Creating a Submissive Training Plan for Yourself
December 31, 2018 · Content: submission, training, protocol, goals, service, D/s, s-type, self-development, solo practice
Submissives don’t have to wait for a dominant to give them structure, plans, and training. This essay walks through how to create your own training plan — identifying skills to develop, setting goals, breaking them into small tasks, and building in rewards — whether you’re currently in a D/s relationship or not. Because developing your submission is work you can do on your own, right now.
The Best Queer Sex Blogs
November 15, 2015 · Content: queer erotica, sex blogs, community, recommendations, butch/femme, resources, writing, online community
A friend asked for recommendations for queer erotica online and it turned into a full survey of the landscape: where are all the queer sex bloggers who are actually writing erotica, not commentary, not toy reviews, not porn — but words? A curated list of favorites, with excerpts from each, that doubles as a love letter to the writers keeping this tradition alive.
10 Tips for Tops
November 30, 2014 · Content: topping, dominance, D/s, feminism, consent, kink skills, confidence, receiving, aftercare, community
There are many styles of dominance — paternal to vicious — but regardless of where you are, you can be better. This essay takes on the specific challenges of topping in a context of social activism and intersectional awareness, with ten concrete tips: from building a palette of permission to learning how to receive as a dominant to finding community that will support your growth.
Quick Anal Interview with Dylan Ryan
April 20, 2010 · Content: anal sex, interview, porn, queer porn, technique, lube, positions, Dylan Ryan, sex ed
Porn performer and anal enthusiast Dylan Ryan on lube (Maximus, hands down), position (a modified doggy she and her partner call the Super Dog, which removes the “blowing up like a balloon” sensation), and the best tip she has: do anal after you’ve already come. Direct, practical, and unapologetic — this is the kind of sex education the archive was built on.
The Outermost Bracket™: A Theory on D/s and Non-Monogamy
January 28, 2019 · Content: D/s, non-monogamy, polyamory, power exchange, authority, theory, relationships, ownership, negotiation
Both D/s and non-monogamy revolve around agreements — and when they’re both happening in the same relationship, those agreements can conflict badly. This essay introduces the Outermost Bracket theory: the question of whether your D/s exists inside your non-monogamy agreements, or your non-monogamy exists inside your D/s. Getting that hierarchy right changes everything about how you negotiate.
Methods of Control in Your D/s Relationship: Defining Rules, Tasks, Protocol, and Ritual
July 24, 2019 · Content: D/s, protocol, rules, ritual, tasks, power exchange, control, definitions, relationships, structure
These words — rules, tasks, protocol, ritual — get used interchangeably in D/s communities, but they mean different things, and the distinctions matter. Rules are the moral compass of the relationship. Protocols are the recurring if/then instructions of daily life. Tasks are one-time assignments. Ritual is the sacred and repeated. This essay draws the map so you can actually use the territory.
The Case For Not Being A Good Submissive
August 11, 2016 · Content: submission, authenticity, D/s, s-type, identity, self-knowledge, kink, power exchange, advice
The pressure on submissives to be perfect — to be good, compliant, to never push back or have hard days or make mistakes — is both unrealistic and counterproductive. The most valuable thing a submissive can bring to a dynamic is not perfect execution, but deep self-knowledge: knowing your needs, your triggers, your edges, and your truth, even when that’s inconvenient.
Kinky Summer Camps You Should Definitely Attend
June 28, 2019 · Content: leather community, kink events, body positivity, community, Desire, Boundless, California, outdoor kink, leather culture
Two weekends in June at outdoor kink events — Desire: Leather Women in Palm Springs and Boundless near Ukiah — and the same thought keeps arriving: I hope all adults get to do this. Not just the kink part, but the body acceptance, the freedom of presentation, the particular intimacy of a community that has decided, together, to be honest about what it wants. A field report and an argument for why you should go.
The Four Stages of Topping
October 30, 2014 · Content: topping, dominance, D/s, skill building, service topping, authority, growth, kink identity, self-awareness
When topping started, there was swagger over nervousness and an inability to receive. This essay maps out four distinct stages — or more accurately, flavors — of topping: from service topping where the bottom’s palette dictates, to authority-based dominance where the top acts from their own desire. The goal is to make the unconscious conscious so you can actually choose how you want to top.
Kink 101: Books, Websites, and Other Resources for Someone New to Kink
May 31, 2021 · Content: kink 101, resources, books, beginners, BDSM, leather community, education, recommendations, consent, negotiation
Someone asked for a trustworthy reading list for a person new to kink — not the rabbit holes of specific techniques, but the foundational stuff: consent, community, concepts, and how to get started. This is that list, with context for each recommendation, including Playing Well With Others by Mollena Williams-Haas and Lee Harrington, Kink Academy, and more.
To All the Tops Who Are Afraid to Make a Move
February 25, 2014 · Content: topping, consent, confidence, feminist dominance, green light, negotiation, flirting, D/s, kink
The problem: a feminist top who believes deeply in consent ends up doing nothing, because no clear green light has arrived, while the other person thinks, I thought they were a top — aren’t they going to do something? This essay is about how to break that stalemate: how to communicate interest, invite consent, and make your move without abandoning your values.
Cartography of Control: A Map For Areas of Dominance & Submission
December 31, 2019 · Content: D/s, control, protocol, power exchange, dominance, submission, mapping, relationships, structure, negotiation
How do you give over even more to your dominant? How do you take more? How do you start making rules and protocols outside the bedroom? The Cartography of Control is a framework for mapping out the areas of a submissive’s life — grooming, money, sleep, speech, dress, politics, and more — and sorting them into what they want controlled, what’s negotiable, and what stays theirs. A practical tool for stepping up a D/s dynamic.
You can be your strongest self AND a power bottom
September 17, 2016 · Content: submission, power bottom, identity, misconceptions, D/s, personality, leather community, s-type, strength
Casey ran a nonprofit, managed a Facebook group for queer survivors with thousands of members, worked a room at a kinky happy hour, and was charming and confident and funny — and everyone assumed they were a top. “People don’t see that in me, because they expect submissives to be cowering in the corner.” This essay takes apart the conflation of submissive personality with submissive desire, and argues that your competence and power in the world has nothing to do with what you want in bed.
“I know I’m submissive. But where do I start?” aka “I just read Fifty Shades of Grey and I want THAT.”
June 26, 2014 · Content: submission, beginners, D/s, kink 101, reading list, community, s-type, desire, getting started
Step one: read a fucking book. Not just Fifty Shades — read Carrie’s Story, The Marketplace, Mr. Benson. Read non-fiction. Go to your local feminist sex toy shop. Go to a munch. Find your people. This essay is a practical guide for the newly submissive — or the long-submissive who has finally decided to actually do something about it — written with the directness and care this question deserves.
D/s Protocol Ideas For You To Try
August 31, 2021 · Content: protocol, D/s, ideas, structure, dominance, submission, practical tools, card decks, protocol game, rife
When starting out in D/s, the question that hits almost immediately is: okay, but what protocol do I actually do? This essay is the brainstorming list that didn’t exist back then — dozens of specific protocol ideas across different areas of life, plus a protocol mad-libs structure to generate your own, plus an announcement of the protocol card decks rife and Sinclair designed to make the whole thing a game.
Follow your own Kinky Desire Map
December 18, 2014 · Content: kink identity, desire, exploration, D/s, community, process, growth, s-type, visual map, rife
What is the process by which someone goes from kink-curious to having a deeply satisfying kinky erotic life? rife drew it — literally — and this essay walks through the map: the spark of interest, the experiments, the community, the identity formation, the prioritization of desire. A visual tool for understanding your own kink journey and figuring out where you are and where you want to go.
A Personal History of Best Lesbian Erotica
February 17, 2016 · Content: Best Lesbian Erotica, literary history, queer erotica, anthology, lineage, reading, Sacchi Green, Tristan Taormino, memoir
Starting in 2001, haunting the bottom shelf of the lesbian erotica section at Twice Sold Tales on Capitol Hill, buying every edition of Best Lesbian Erotica available and ordering the rest. This essay traces a personal history with the series — which volumes mattered most, why, and what it meant to eventually become one of its editors. A love letter to the anthology that shaped what queer erotica could be.
Ask Mr. Sexsmith: I’m a sub, but my partner is not a dom. What do I do?
June 6, 2014 · Content: submission, D/s, relationship advice, incompatibility, non-monogamy, desire, needs, communication, Ask Mr. Sexsmith
Marie loves her partner but her partner won’t dominate her, won’t allow her to seek a dom elsewhere, and says she can’t bear to hurt her even if she enjoys it. The response is direct: “There is no reason for her discomfort to be more important than yours.” A video response plus written follow-up that takes the question seriously — not as a kink problem, but as a fundamental incompatibility of needs that deserves an honest reckoning.
Top 20 Guest Erotica Stories On Sugarbutch for the 20th Anniversary
I started publishing guest posts in 2015, but increased them in frequency during a time where I was working a full-time job and going through a lot of personal transformations where I was sharing my process a lot less than I previously did. I’m so grateful for all the amazing authors who submitted things, and who let me share their work!
There are about twenty more in the archive! Honestly I’d like to post all of them here — when I looked through the many that weren’t included in the top 20, there were so many others I wanted to highlight. Read through the entire guest (erotica story) posts archive here.
These are the Top 20 guest stories, based on how many views they’ve received, from most to least.
A Moaning Mess of a Girl, Guest Post by Kiki DeLovely
May 28, 2019 · Content: long distance, Daddy/girl, butch/femme, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, female masculinity, desire, real life
It’s 5:35am and the phone is already vibrating. “Do something for me,” says the butch Daddy across the distance. “Roll over. Touch yourself for me. Be a good girl for Daddy.” A love letter to long-distance desire, to butch masculinity discovered through a femme’s eyes, and to the particular alchemy of a voice cracked with sleep telling you exactly what to do.
First Time With Daddy, Guest Post by Kimberly Dark (Excerpt from The Daddies)
May 29, 2020 · Content: Daddy/girl, femme Daddy, leather, D/s, bondage, negotiation, academic setting, queer erotica, book excerpt
An excerpt from Kimberly Dark’s book The Daddies. A femme leather Daddy meets a seeker after a gender talk at a university — they flirt in the parking lot, negotiate in real time, and years later can’t quite agree on how it started. A story about how Daddy dynamics begin: not with a scene, but with a look across a parking lot and a very specific kind of attention.
Climax, Guest Post by rife
July 30, 2021 · Content: solo, body positivity, nature, hiking, subversion, queer joy
“She moaned a deep breath and let it out sharply between her teeth. She could feel every muscle tense, trusty tawny fibers flexing under her soft belly’s padding. Her fingers gripped the shaft resting in her palm almost delicately, then smashed in for another impact. She could feel the shockwaves from every thrust jolt up her body. She was strong, she could take it. It was thrilling. She could feel her peak coming close, but she wanted to make it last.”
Please., Guest Post by Jade A. Waters
December 21, 2016 · Content: D/s, bondage, rope, fingering, begging, het-presenting, dominance, submission, book excerpt
An excerpt from Jade A. Waters’ The Assignment. She’s bound at the wrists and ankles, spread open and dripping, and he won’t touch her until her legs stay apart. The instruction is simple: “If you want more, you must keep them open.”
Let’s Watch a Porno, Guest Post by Louise Kane
April 28, 2021 · Content: D/s, Sir/girl, voyeurism, strap-on, objectification, COVID, domestic kink, orders, control
COVID movie night, at C’s feet on the floor, the television still dark. “I actually thought we could watch the movie I just bought,” says C, hand ghosting around her throat before retreating. Then: “Make me a drink.” What starts as a cozy evening in becomes something else entirely — a story about how D/s lives inside the ordinary and reshapes it from the inside out.
Lying Down, Guest Post by Kathleen Delaney-Adams
December 28, 2015 · Content: Daddy/girl, whipping, impact play, dominance, tenderness, Sunday ritual, good girl, book excerpt
An excerpt from the erotica anthology Dirty Dates edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Sunday morning, coffee barely finished, and she’s already been ordered to strip. The first licks of a galley whip are a tease. By the time she’s moaning with her legs spread open, it’s clear: “She has told me it makes her feel cherished, when I beat and whip her flesh.”
Back Seat Brat, Guest Post by Jack Stratton
February 21, 2018 · Content: Daddy/girl, brat, heterosexual kink, backseat, power play, manipulation, submission, first meeting
She climbs right over him to sit in the center of the back seat, then plants herself on his hand and says flatly: “My Daddy’s not here, so you have to pay for my fries.” Lola is a brat in the old sense — calculating, magnetic, already running the scene before anyone’s agreed to play. When her Daddy finally arrives and she goes soft and sweet, the contrast lands like a slap.
You Asked Me About My Fantasies, Guest Post by Kitty Faut
January 31, 2019 · Content: D/s, rope bondage, nail painting, femme top, boy, collar, service, intimacy, longing, queer erotica
A fantasy written as a letter to someone already gone — or not quite gone enough. They’re in Thessaloniki, or the old flat, and she’s painting his nails dark blue with silver glitter top coat, telling him to hold still because she just did those nails and he’s not going to mess them up. A D/s story told entirely through tenderness, restraint, and the question of whether vulnerability belongs only to subs.
The Tender Sweet Young Thing, Guest Post by Xan West
October 4, 2015 · Content: trans/nonbinary, fat queer community, gender play, blade play, fisting, pain play, public sex, disability, community, sadism
Dax is a nonbinary sadist raised by a second-wave feminist, at a monthly fat queer potluck where the dinner conversation has inevitably turned to early kink fantasies. When Téo — the cute femme boy in the corner — comes into view, the evening changes shape. Xan West’s story is community as kink as politics, and it doesn’t separate any of those things.
Could I Get A Ride, Guest Post by Betty Shade
July 30, 2021 · Content: Daddy/girl, break-up sex, jealousy, bar, emotional BDSM, hair pulling, power exchange, desire, cruelty
She left him this morning. Now he’s sitting at the end of her bar, cold-eyed, watching her lean into other customers all shift long. She’s doing it on purpose. At closing she slides onto the stool next to his and smiles wide: “Could I get a ride home?” A story about the particular charge of someone who knows exactly how to hurt you and does it anyway, tenderly, because you both want it that way.
Down by the River, Guest Post by Anna Sansom
October 28, 2019 · Content: Daddy/girl, butch/femme, outdoor sex, rope bondage, flogging, singletail, fisting, biting, surprise BDSM, photography
She’s been sitting on the riverbank for twenty minutes, bare feet in the cool water, waiting. She hears rope being uncoiled before she sees anything. By the time he tells her to stand, lanterns are lit around the base of an oak tree, ropes hanging from the branches overhead. A camera on a tripod. Just like they agreed. Anna Sansom’s outdoor scene is slow, atmospheric, and meticulous.
The Golden Hour, by Anna Sansom
January 31, 2022 · Content: Daddy/girl, age play, domestic D/s, spanking, fingering, caretaking, good girl, ritual, routine
They work different shifts, so there’s only a small window when they’re both home and present — their golden hour. She gets changed out of her work clothes and into something soft. When Daddy comes home, she loosens her tie, empties her pockets into the dish on the sideboard, and eventually pats the sofa cushion: “Come and sit with me, little one.” Then: “Have you been good today?”
Let It All Go, Boy: Part One, Guest Post by Sonya Bolus
December 29, 2019 · Content: Mama/boy, leather, age play, femme Mommy, butch boy, blind date, leather community, desire, queer erotica
A 32-year-old scrawny butch leatherboy sits in a hot patio at a coffee shop, wondering what the hell he’s doing. He posted a personal ad for a Leather Mommy — because Daddies are everywhere but nobody mentions Mommies without a sneer — and now here she comes: olive skin, wide hips, cat eyeliner, red lips, black leather belt. “Hello, little boy,” she purrs. He forgets to be cool entirely.
Are You Game? Guest Post by Dilo Keith
March 30, 2019 · Content: D/s, Master/slave, witnessing a scene, strap-on, voyeurism, polyamory, office dynamics, negotiation, queer erotica
Kylie drops off work files at her ex’s house, lets herself in when no one answers, and finds her beautiful olive-skinned ex kneeling naked at her wife’s feet, wrists in leather cuffs, two stripes across her reddened ass. The wife is fully dressed in black with a purple cock sheathe at her hip. She looks at Kylie and asks: “Are you game?”
Take My Whip: Fantasy Date Night, Guest Post by rife
March 28, 2020 · Content: Daddy/boy, fantasy, date night, dancing, porch sex, whip, outdoor, collar, chain cuffs, strap-on
It’s Friday night, the calendar is blocked off, and Daddy is already on the porch in the leather-crotch jeans and chest harness when the boy comes back from walking the dog. “I’m taking you dancing, boy. Go get dressed.” They dance for hours as night falls and bats come out. Then the boy’s wrists get looped into the hook that usually holds the wind chime.
Hard Handed Femme, Guest Post by Dena Hankins
September 13, 2016 · Content: femme top, trans boy, leather, choking, punching, strap-on, fisting, dungeon, negotiation, sadism
Evrim spots Jack across the rope structures at a play party — chest harness, compass rose tattoo, nipples hardening in the air — and walks straight to him. Her negotiation takes four seconds. “I want to beat you with my hands, open and fisted, and fuck you with your granite cock. Do you agree?” He doesn’t hesitate. A femme top story that doesn’t soften a single edge.
My Dog, Guest Post by A. Cassell
July 27, 2017 · Content: pet play, dog play, trans/nonbinary, bondage, nipple clamps, cunt fucking, morning sex, wrist cuffs, feral, queer erotica
A low growl in the throat before dawn, hot breath on the neck, and the smell of deep forest. The dog has refastened the wrist cuffs while the narrator slept. By the time the tit clamps are chained to the headboard, resistance is beside the point. Cassell’s story is feral and embodied and unselfconscious about every bit of it.
Little Liar, Guest Post by Rebekah Weatherspoon
August 6, 2015 · Content: Daddy/girl, domestic D/s, protocols, punishment, exhibitionism, fingering, backyard sex, cedar box, routine, service
She sleeps in a cedar box at the foot of Daddy’s Cal King — lined with a soft mattress, pillows, and plenty of holes to breathe through. She’s afraid of it at first, and then she isn’t. A day-in-the-life story structured around protocols, poolside exhibitionism, and the question of what happens when a girl tells a lie. Rebekah Weatherspoon’s narrator is witty, self-aware, and not quite as smart as she thinks she is.
All Of This, Guest Erotica by A. L. Brooks
February 28, 2022 · Content: transmasc/femme, top surgery, Daddy/girl, age play, blow job, strap-on, D/s, possession, proposal, crying
Cam proposes on one knee in a nature reserve. Back at the hotel, rose petals everywhere, they undress each other slowly — and then something shifts in Cam’s face, a fierce desire that has only appeared once or twice before.
The End of Innocence, Guest Post by Guy New York
January 30, 2018 · Content: heterosexual kink, dominance, submission, rope, desire, memory, coming of age, discovery, erotica
A meditation on the origin of desire: Vogue with more naked pictures than Playboy, a nude woman spread-eagle on a beach blanket when he was nine, porn found under rocks in the New Jersey woods. Guy New York traces the archaeology of wanting — not as confession, but as inquiry — into what made him the person who would eventually tie someone to a chair and make them beg.
Top 20 Dirty Stories On Sugarbutch for the 20th Anniversary
Today — April 29, 2026— is Sugarbutch’s 20th anniversary!
These are the top most viewed dirty stories written by me (Sinclair) in the 20 year history of Sugarbutch, in order! Most of them are a bit older, which makes sense, because they’ve had a longer time period to be viewed. Some of them are part of a series.
Dirty Filthy Nasty
September 3, 2012 · Content: Daddy/girl, water sports, blood play, rough sex, consensual kink, dirty talk, queer erotica
A bottle of wine, a porn flick on the couch, and Kristen wanting to get dirty. I followed her into the bathroom. I held my hand between her legs. This is what happened next — all of it, without flinching. She pressed her forehead to my chest afterward and said, I like how you get me dirty. Yeah. Me too.
My Slutty Little Girl
April 2, 2009 · Content: Daddy/girl, blow job, strap-on, dirty talk, objectification, begging, queer erotica
We only had a few hours before she had to drive back. I pulled her by her hair toward me the moment she walked in. Blow job first — do it real pretty and I’ll fuck you — then everything else. What wrecked me wasn’t just the sex. It was the way she handed her desire over so completely, and what it cost both of us to be exactly that honest.
Daddy in the Morning
November 14, 2017 · Content: Daddy/girl, fiction, morning, tenderness, erotica, patreon-protected
Daddy/girl in the soft light just after waking — that particular sweetness before the day starts, before either of us has to be anything other than exactly this. Available to Patreon members. Get the password to read it.
Daddy’s Good Boy
July 11, 2014 · Content: Daddy/boy, butch on butch, faggotry, D/s, dirty talk, strap-on, spanking, hole worship, patreon-protected
My boy rife. Real life and fiction so tangled I stopped trying to separate them. Spanking, strap-ons, hole worship, two queers who know exactly what they’re doing and do it anyway with everything they’ve got. Available to Patreon members.
Daddy’s Belt (Bean & Mickey #1)
May 7, 2015 · Content: fiction, Daddy/girl, punishment, spanking, belt, humiliation, brat, resistance
Mickey hears the belt before she sees it — that whip and jingle when it clears my belt loops. She’s tied to the headboard. She doesn’t want a spanking. Except kind of, a little bit, she does. She’s a brat and she knows it and she’s going to get exactly what she earned. First in the Bean & Mickey series.
A toy to do with as I please.
November 30, 2015 · Content: fiction, D/s, Sir/girl, objectification, service, submission, protocol, strap-on, novel excerpt
An excerpt from my novel Leather & Lust. She waited outside his building in a too-short skirt in the cold, no underwear, heels. Harrison walked past her without stopping. Come, he said, and she did. He pointed to the floor before he’d even hung up their coats. She already knew how to kneel.
Show Me You Want It
December 31, 2018 · Content: D/s, bondage, impact play, boy/sir, ownership, rough sex, waiting, service, second person
You’re on your knees in the dark. You don’t know when I’m coming. When I open the door I won’t wait — it could be a blow to the face, it could be a grip lifting you up. You have the buzzer. You won’t use it. That’s the thing about you: you trust me underneath all of it, in the pink of you, inside. This is what I know how to hold.
Whatever I Want, Whatever I Say
January 30, 2019 · Content: fiction, D/s, objectification, loan/sharing, fishnets, ownership, rough sex, dirty talk, negotiation
Her owner and I negotiated everything in advance. She walked in and handed me her panties at the door. Now I have my hand over her mouth and my arm against the wall and she’s warm against my body, arching into me even though she probably doesn’t know she’s doing it. I’m going to do whatever I want. She’s going to do whatever I say. We both already knew that when she walked in.
Touch, Devour, Swallow
September 30, 2019 · Content: fiction, D/s, flogging, bondage, belt, impact play, intimacy, surrender, second person
One big hand on your wrists. My belt looped around them. Then: slow. Not cruel. Not yet. I want to devour your attention before I devour anything else. This is the moment I live for — where you’re open and trusting and I’m about to fall down the crevasse where permission meets skill and I lose myself, but find someone I’d much rather be.
Like a Faggot
June 6, 2012 · Content: CNC, queer sex, anal, impact play, face punching, rough sex, reclaimed language
Six months of dating rife, he told me he’d never had his ass fucked. That was a bonus. I started slow. He was open and easy and eager and I knew I could actually fuck him, and so I did. The second scene goes further — punching, forced blow job, the works. Heavy. Explicit. Tender.
A Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner
January 7, 2009 · Content: queer bar, blow job, semi-public sex, strap-on, dirty talk, fiction
Kristen found us a shadowed corner in the club, and got on her knees. My hand was on the back of her head when a friend walked over and stopped a few feet away. I caught Kristen’s eye: don’t you stop. She didn’t.
Good Girl, Bad Girl (Part Two)
February 24, 2011 · Content: fiction, Daddy/girl, punishment, protocol, brat, dirty talk, D/s rules, desire, spanking
She has a rule: ask for what she wants, nicely. She spent all of dinner trying to seduce me instead — foot against my ankle, breasts on display, long looks across the table. I ignored her. Then I finished my tea, got up, and slammed her into the hallway wall, face first. She’s a bad girl. She knows it. That’s the whole point. Read Part One first.
Her Dirty Talk Got Me Off. Twice.
March 31, 2009 · Content: dirty talk, objectification, Daddy/girl, strap-on, desire, vulnerability, Kristen
The day before, she said: I want to be used. Just fucked with no regard for my pleasure. And so I did. And I came twice. And then I had to sit with why that got me off so hard, what it means to want to objectify someone I love, what it costs to finally let myself have it. The story behind “My slutty little girl” — the conversation that made it possible.
Just This Next Thrust (Angie & Fern #4)
June 30, 2015 · Content: fiction, femme/femme dynamic, long distance, reunion, airport, strap-on, fingering, desire, butch/femme energy
Two months of longing packed into one weekend. Fern comes off the plane like she’s window shopping — calm, unhurried, devastating. Angie is already coming undone before she’s through security. They don’t make it out of the elevator.
I Want To Be Brutal.
December 26, 2018 · Content: fiction, D/s, impact play, ownership, forced orgasm, sadism, D/s contract, intimacy, confession
I want to be brutal, but I want you to feel good. This is a constant conflict. I feel that fire in my throat when you wince and cringe and cry and beg — that thing that opens through the center of me. And I want to touch you and have you like it. Tonight I tell you to strip and kneel, and I go back to my book. I make you wait. Then I show you both things at once.
Show Me How Bad You Want Me
October 2, 2024 · Content: boot worship, boot play, sir/girl, dirty talk, begging, teasing, cane marks, strap-on, wetness
She’s straddling my knee-high Wescos, her wet cunt pressed against the steel toe, striped thighs from the cane I’d already used on her. I nudge her with my boot. Show me, I say. Show me how wet you are. And she does. And then I make her show me some more. Boot worship, begging, the particular pleasure of making someone prove their desire before you give them a single thing.
I need you to take a little more for me.
August 14, 2014 · Content: Daddy/boy, bondage, biting, D/s, marks, strap-on, collar, dirty talk, rife
My boy is bound to the eyebolt in our bedroom ceiling, wrists up, wearing their own strap-on — the smaller version of mine, which makes me feel like we’re connected through our cocks. I’m working my mouth across their skin, leaving marks, sinking my teeth into muscle and holding on until they stop fighting it and let go. Take it, I urge them. Take a little more for me.
Bath Time (Bean & Mickey #2)
May 22, 2015 · Content: fiction, Daddy/girl, shaving, razor play, bathing, caretaking, brat, domestic D/s, Bean & Mickey
Mickey did not want a bath. She especially did not want to see a razor. Bean is methodical, technically precise, soothing — and entirely unmoved by the protest. Mickey’s eyes are wide, her thumb is in her mouth, and Bean is working her way up her thigh with a fresh blade and a steady hand. Care that looks like control, and a girl who gets both whether she asks for them or not.
Good Girl, Bad Girl (Part One)
January 27, 2011 · Content: fiction, Daddy/girl, D/s, dirty talk, desire, lap sitting, protocol, power play, feminist guilt
Sometimes I am a Bad Daddy. I hate it and I want it and I crave it and I hate that I want and crave it. She asks if she can sit on my lap, and I let her, and I put one hand on the back of her head, and something growls in my belly, and I have to decide — again — what kind of Daddy I’m going to be tonight. Start here before Part Two.
Wait for me on your knees.
January 29, 2009 · Content: D/s, fingering, strap-on, dirty talk, service, kneeling, protocol, butch/femme
“I want you in every room before the weekend is through,” I said. … Slowly: her fingers in me, pressing deep and stretching full, my hand on my clit, calling it my dick in my mind, and keeping my eyes open, watching her, as long as I can, until I come, screaming, hard and big, a release a year in the making, and pull her close against me.
Explore the entire archive of dirty stories here.
Twenty Years of Sugarbutch
Twenty years ago today — April 29, 2006— I published the first post on this site. It was called Bed Death, Standard Variety. I was in a relationship that was making me smaller. I was in New York City, in front of a computer at a finance job for the first time in years, and I had stumbled into a just-born world of people writing their lives out loud on the internet. I had started writing things I actually liked. So I did what I’d always done with writing I was afraid to own: I put it somewhere people could see it.
I did not expect to still be here twenty years later.
My Graduate Study in Sex, Gender, Kink, & Relationships (2006–2009)
My first girlfriend said to me, “You’re not really butch. You’re more like … sugar butch.” I took the name and decided to make a graduate study of myself: to read all the books, listen to all the podcasts, ask every teacher and facilitator I could find what their best philosophies were on sex, gender, and relationships. I would use this place to think out loud, and slowly, through the writing, I would become more myself.
That was the plan. And, honestly? It worked.
The early years were raw. I was writing about dates and breakups and desire with very little filter, finding my voice in real time, stumbling through things I didn’t have language for yet. The butch identity. The kink. The femmes I was falling for. The community I didn’t have yet and was reaching toward through a screen.
By year two I’d had the best sex of my life. I had a brief relationship that shocked me back into my desire and my body after years of numbness, and when that ended I fell into the breakup writing that would become the first real peak of this project — the posts that made people think, oh, this person is telling the truth. I started getting asked to teach. Then came dating Kristen, and the many smutty stories about her, our daddy/girl dynamic, and the opening of that relationship. Many of those Kristen stories — I’m Kind of Insatiable, Wait For Me On Your Knees, My Slutty Little Girl, Hogtied — are still some of the most-read erotica on this site.
The essays were getting more ambitious, too. I wrote a lot about butch identity, femmes, queer genders, and strap-on sex; about femme invisibility, about what it means for a butch to come inside, about sadism and the study of pain. I was trying to figure out what I actually thought about things, and using the posts to do it.
The commenters, the readers who showed up every week, the other sex bloggers in New York and elsewhere — they changed this project, too. It stopped being a journal and became something more like a conversation.
Expand, Expand, Expand (2010–2013)
The years between 2010 and 2013 were, in many ways, another peak of Sugarbutch as a public presence. The erotica was getting more confident — Desperation & Dominance, Lipstick Blow Job, Waking Up — and drawing the biggest traffic the site had ever seen. I was teaching regularly at colleges and queer conferences, editing my first Best Lesbian Erotica anthology (2012), and writing columns in half a dozen places. I had a following in the old-internet sense: people who read every post, sent emails, came to workshops because they found the site.
In September 2011, I met rife. We were both attending a kink event, and he messaged me first, with the subject line “butch at your service” and offered a blow job. I thought, hm. Well. I do like those, even if I don’t usually date boys. What followed became twelve years of my life, a full-time 24/7 deep D/s dynamic, a contract, and some of the most significant writing I’ve done here, like Like a Faggot. Whatever I Tell You to Do. Five Blow Jobs. The rife stories are where the D/s writing hit full stride — embodied, specific, the dynamic as texture rather than topic.
By the 7th anniversary I was writing the post from an airplane, always in motion, trying to figure out what to say now that I had everyone’s attention. I knew the site had given me a place to become myself. I was starting to ask what came next.
Becoming More “Professional” (2014–2019)
These years are the hardest to summarize, partly because I was quieter here during them, and partly because so much of what happened didn’t make it onto the page.
I was teaching, traveling, and working day jobs, trying to figure out how to be financially sustainable while doing work I believed in. I published How I Make My Boy Do the Dishes in 2014, and kept exploring all kinds of D/s theory. I launched Submissive Playground (that later became D/s Playground) with rife. Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica came out and was a Lambda Literary Award finalist. I edited five editions of Best Lesbian Erotica.
In 2016, rife and I hit a major relationship rupture that took years to untangle. April of that year came and went without a Sugarbutch anniversary post — the first time — because I was in no condition to write one. What followed was years of couples therapy, of digging into relational trauma and complex PTSD, and doing lots of my own interior work that mostly happened offline. I kept digging hard into D/s, writing about methods of control in D/s and cartography of power dynamics in a more structured, more deliberately useful way — the teacher voice becoming more prominent as the personal voice went quieter.
That’s the thing about any long writing practice: it maps your life whether you intend it to or not. The silences are as legible as the posts.
Everything Changed (2020–present)
The 14th anniversary post went up on April 29, 2020. The pandemic had started six weeks earlier. I wrote it anyway, because it felt important to mark the day — to look back at the collaring ceremony, the marriage, the leather titles, the Patreon, all the ways the foundation had been laid for the next phase of things. I was grateful. I was also exhausted in ways I couldn’t fully name yet.
I launched Writing Spicy in 2020, and it quickly became an incredible resource of queer, trans, kinky erotica writers. I loved the many disabled folks, neurodivergent folks, and folks of color who took part. It really started picking up when I brought in Kiki DeLovely and Tobi Hill-Meyer to assist with it; they had excellent feedback and ideas.
I moved back to Seattle in 2021. In 2022, rife and I divorced after twelve years together. The financial and emotional instability that followed was real and hard and not something I have written about as directly as I probably will someday. The site got quieter. I focused on teaching. Sugarbutch turned 17, 18, 19, and I didn’t write the anniversary posts.
But the work continued. I wrote Is Kink Ever “Wholesome”? and The Lineage & Ancestry of Queer Kinky Erotica and On Developing a Writing Habit — some of the best essays I’ve written in years. I published a leather romance novel, Leather & Lust in 2025 on Theo Reads. I wrote You’ll Take Whatever I Can Dish Out, and almost a dozen more short erotica stories that are more vignettes than stories with fleshed-out characters, mostly based on Writing Spicy prompts. I taught — a lot. At least 25 workshops each year, mostly online. I ran my first four-hour D/s intensive and want to do a hundred more.
The writing keeps going. Slower, sometimes. But it keeps going.
What Twenty Years Means
I’ve been trying to figure out how to say something about this, about what it really means to have written here for twenty years.
This project has been the place where I became myself. Not metaphorically. Literally. The understanding of butch identity, the relationship to kink and D/s and leather, the teaching practice, the sense of myself as a writer — I built all of that here, in public, sentence by sentence, over twenty years.
The early stuff is almost too raw for me to look at now. I know there are things I wrote in my twenties that I wouldn’t say now, and things I did in relationships that I’ve had to make peace with. The archives hold all of it.
I also know that every year, someone finds this site at exactly the moment they need it. Someone who just realized they might be butch. Someone in lesbian bed death trying to figure out if they’re allowed to leave. Someone who wants to write erotica but doesn’t think their desires are worth writing about. Someone who didn’t know there was a word for what they feel in a D/s dynamic until they read it here.
That is the thing that keeps me here. This lineage — Audre Lorde, Dorothy Allison, Patrick Califia, Susie Bright, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Laura Antoniou, John Preston, Jeff Mann, Tristan Taormino, DL King, and so many more, the whole tradition of queer sexual writing that this work is in conversation with — is still being passed forward. There are still people finding their way into themselves through someone else’s honest writing about desire.
I have wanted to be a part of that lineage ever since I started reading those kinds of works in my teens and early 20s, and I hope I’m still doing that. I don’t ever plan to stop. This feels like my life’s calling, my life’s work, and the alignment of most of my deepest passions and interests.
I don’t really know what’s next for Sugarbutch, but this has always been a project that adapts to me and my life, and what I need in the moment, more than it has been anything prescriptive. I’m sure it will keep adapting, to be what I need it to be, to support my own evolution. And I’m pretty sure I’ll keep writing about all the dirty things that rattle around in my mind & body.
Thank You
To everyone who has read. To everyone who has commented over the years, sent emails, shown up to workshops, bought the books, supported on Patreon. To the people who have loved me while I wrote about them. To the people who didn’t know I was writing about them (and to whom I have since apologized). To the people who have been my community, my teachers, my students.
And to this site itself, which has held me accountable to my writing practice, and self reflection, for twenty years.
Here’s to the next chapter, whatever it becomes.
Want to read back through the years? Here are the previous anniversary and year-in-review posts:
2nd Anniversary (2008) · 3rd Anniversary (2009) · Year in Review: 2009 · 4th Anniversary (2010) · Year in Review: 2010 · 5th Anniversary (2011) · 6th Anniversary (2012) · 7th Anniversary (2013) · 14th Anniversary (2020) · Best of 2021 · Best of 2022 · Best of 2025
Portrait of me by photographer Bill Wadman
Share Your Thoughts on 20 Years of Sugarbutch
Wednesday, April 29th, 2026 is Sugarbutch’s 20th anniversary. Wild!!
Twenty years is a long time to be writing — let alone writing on a website, about sex, kink, & relationships. (If I could go back and give my 27 year old self some advice, I would!) It’s long enough that some of you have been here since the beginning — back when blogging was the thing, before social media ate everything, before “content creator” existed as a job title. Long enough that others of you found your way here recently and have been moving through the archives like it’s a library you finally got a card for.
I have a few things up my sleeve for you to celebrate this anniversary (you’ll find out). As I was reflecting on what would be meaningful for me, I realized what I would most like is to hear from you all.
Here are two ideas — you are welcome to do both, or whichever one resonates, or neither, or something else entirely.
1. Make a post wishing Sugarbutch happy anniversary on 4/29
It would mean a lot to have some noise in the world on April 29th, the actual anniversary date. If Sugarbutch has been part of your life, your practice, your queerness, your kink, your writing, your whatever: make a post. Put it on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Bsky, your own site, or wherever you share things. (Please tag me, if you can, so I can see it! Or email it to me, sinclair@sugarbutch.net, if you’d prefer.)
If you feel so inclined to write things about your relationship to Sugarbutch and the writing here, I’d love that. If you want to share some links to your favorite writings of mine, or talk about my books, or what it has meant to attend my workshops, I welcome all kinds. (Selfishly) I want to see it, but it might also let other people know this place exists and has been here for twenty years. That kind of visibility is how queer writing survives.
2. Fill out the Sugarbutch Anniversary Questionnaire
I want to know what Sugarbutch has meant to you, and I want to mark this anniversary with your voices in it, not just mine.
All the questions are optional (except one), so answer as many or as few as you’d like to. Take five minutes. There are no wrong answers.
There’s also a space to leave a note — a memory, a wish, whatever feels right. I’ll be reading every single one.
This form will be available until May 10th, and then I’ll be compiling the responses (and sharing some of what you allow me to share).
Thank you!
Elust 196: Includees my Story “Supine”
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Erotic Fiction
Sugarbutch, Supine: A Jealousy Play Erotica Story
Jessica Lansdown, Peeping Tom
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Morgan Destera, Transfer Post – How Do I Feel?
Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish
ThatGrrl, A Dominant Woman is Not a Fetish
Body Talk and Sexual Health
Fruity Cams, How to jerk off longer
State of the World
Fapspins, Are Webcam Sites Safe? Privacy, Tracking & Security Explained
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Tantric Sexual Healing, Tantric Temporality and the Ecology of Desire: How Ritual Transforms Time, Pleasure, and Attentional Economy
Product Reviews
Oz Bigdownunder, I’ll Let You Lick My Lollypop. Funzze Candy Cane Vibrator
Liz X, Tabletop Review: The simplyjoy 10-Inch Dual Density Dildo
Spices of Lust, VVD Rider Desire Review
Sex Work
Evie + Axel, Anxiety around sexual performance
Mistress Sophie, How Best To Approach A Pro-Domme, (Some Helpful Do’s And Don’t’s)
Sex Worker Search, Clients. Are you more like A? Or B?
Sandra, “Will abuse u and leave marks but make sure u enjoy!”
Mx Valentina, Maid Fantasy. With a Twist.
Vivienne Parker, Swingers Club
Milady, Rendezvous in Paris with a Butt Plug
Hellga, Bunkhaus Dungeon Femdom Session
Books and Movies
O Miss Pearl, “What Fury Brings” by Tricia Levenseller [Femdom Book Review]
The History of BDSM, Box Hill (2020) by Adam Mars-Jones
Call for Submissions: Best Bi Erotica of the Year, Volume 3
Please note: This is not a book edited by me, Sinclair! I’m just reposting to boost the signal. Contact Christian Pan directly with any questions.
Bisexual author Christian Pan seeks bold, sexy, and dynamic erotic short stories to be included in The Best Bi Erotica of the Year, Volume 3. This will be independently published on Bi Visibility Day (23 September 2026).
Background:
According to the latest Gallup poll (2023), 9% of Americans identify as part of the LGBTQ community, with nearly 59% of those people identifying as bisexual, making bi/bi+/pan people the largest segment of the queer community.
Bi people have a higher rates of clinical depression that heterosexual or homosexual people; bi men have higher rates of alcoholism and substance abuse than gay & straight men; and bi women have higher rates of body dysmorphia and eating disorders than lesbian & straight women.
Yet bi identifying people remain largely invisible within the public sphere. Bisexuality is considered a “transitional identity” rather than a presumably more “stable” one such as homosexuality; bisexuals throughout history are often erased by contemporaries as being “actually gay”; bisexuality is seen as instantly vanishing if a bi person is in a monogamous relationship with someone of the opposite sex (straight) or same sex (gay); bi people are considered indiscriminate in their desire; and more.
Let´s change this.
In 2024, I published The Best Bi Erotica of the Year, Volume 1 and in 2025, Volume 2. 15 new stories appeared in #1, and 18 in #2. There were contributing writers from the US, the UK, Australia, and Canada.
In each one, I wanted to showcase exceptional bisexual erotica, in all of its multifaceted and complex expressions; to gather a diverse collection of erotic stories about bisexual people; to heighten bi visibility and representation; to let the world know about our lives, our experiences, our desires.
Who wants to join me?
Entry guidelines:
I´m seeking well-written erotic short stories that center bisexual characters. I want these to be hot of course, but I also want them to be intelligent, honest, and bold. Take a chance–put some of you–your feelings and experiences–onto the page.
Your short story can be set in any time-period (present-day, historical, future), and you´re welcome to have your story shift into another genre (fantasy, science-fiction, etc).
Stories by bisexual-identifying authors are preferred, but not required.
In your short story submission, please DO NOT include any of the following:
- Nonconsensual sex or activities (including dub-con of any degree)
- Stories involving underage characters or minors, grooming, or anything of the like
- Incest (including pseudoincest), bestiality, necrophilia, racism
- Characters that resemble real public figures/ celebrities (including political figures)
- Substance/alcohol/drug abuse that affect the character’s willingness/ability to consent or make sane judgements and decisions
Practical details:
All stories must be written in English. First page to include: your legal name (and pseudonym, if applicable), email address, and a biography (maximum of 50 words), written in the third person.
Please have your stories be 4000-6000 words in length.
Do not use any GenAI tools in the creation of your piece. Human-authored stories only!
Format your stories into 12 pt New York Times font, 1.5 or double-spaced, formatted for page numbers.
When ready to submit your story, please send me a shared Google doc or a PDF to: christian.pan.erotica@gmail.com.
Deadlines & important dates:
Deadline for submission: 15 June 2026.
Accepted writers will be notified no later than 31 July 2026.
Rights:
Writers retain all rights to their written work. Editors of this anthology require that stories accepted into this anthology a) have not been published anywhere else before (online or in print), and that the story will remain exclusive within this anthology until 1 year after the anthology´s publication (ie September 2027).
Payment:
For payment, each writer will be paid $40 USD for their story to be included in this anthology, which will be transferred to their account via Venmo or Zelle by the day of publication; or the equivalent of this amount to be used towards author copies. In addition, each writer will receive a digital copy of the anthology.
Publication:
I will cover the costs of editing, formatting, designing the anthology´s book cover, etc. The anthology will be published on 23 September 2026 (Bi Visibility Day).
About me:
Christian Pan is the author of numerous books of erotic fiction which often center bisexual characters and experience. Recent titles include The Apples of Discord, numb3r5 gam3, Wilding (Passionate Plume Finalist in Erotic Fiction – Long), Reunion (Passionate Plume Finalist in Erotic Fiction; International Impact Book Award Winner in Romance), among others. His short fiction appears in the anthologies Love Potion 69 (Golden Pigtails Winner, Best Erotic Anthology), The Big Book of Quickies (Cleis Press), Take It Outside (Incision Press); and he’s co-authored numerous collections with Jenna Citrus and Olivia Lawless. He edited The Best Bi Erotica of the Year anthologies (Volumes One and Two), was the A Captain for Patreon´s Queer Erotic Content Creators Club (2022-25), and has hosted the Pulse Session for the podcast All the Filthy Details since 2023. He lives in New York City. For more information: linktr.ee/christianpan.
Questions:
Email me at christian.pan.erotica@gmail.com
Elust 195 includes “The Inner Circle Sessions”
Image Courtesy of Sighonsocial. Elust is the only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice, or kinky discussions, it’ll be here at Elust.
State of the World
Fapspins, Are Webcam Sites Anonymous for Viewers? A Practical Privacy Checklist: online anonymity is usually a spectrum, not a magic cloak of invisibility.
Erotic Fiction
Fern River Club, After the Come-In (Part 3): A polished, sensual continuation with the kind of slow-burn atmosphere that pulls you right in.
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Tantric Sexual Healing, Tantra and the Architecture of Intimacy: Rewriting Love Beyond Possession, Identity, and Fear: A thought-provoking look at how love, jealousy, and possession are often shaped by bigger systems than we realise.
Awakening Your Inner Essence, When Betrayal Becomes Arousal: Understanding Erotic Survival Through a Tantric Lens: A compassionate and nuanced piece on the messy overlap between trauma, betrayal, and arousal.
Femina Viva, Submission need not be weakness: I liked this one for the way it reframes submission as something layered, deliberate, and deeply personal.
Erotic Non Fiction
Morgan Destera, The Spirit Is Willing, Part Two: The Flesh is Weak: A very human piece about desire, tenderness, and bodies not always cooperating with the plan.
B R Saiph, Locked on the Precipice of Permanence: Her Decision, My Submission: An honest and striking reflection on what happens when long-term chastity starts to feel less temporary and more real. It’s a long read, but well worth it.
Product reviews
Liz Black, Hands-Free Pleasure: A Closer Look at the VVD Rider Desire & Rider Go (Plus Exclusive Discount!): I reviewed this one too last month, along with a separate review of the little finger thing. Although it can’t hold a candle to a full size saddle machine, it’s got some unique qualities of its own — the ability to swap the accessories between the mini-saddle and the handheld being the main one.
Spices of Lust, Lovense Gush 2 Review: A solid look at a toy focused on targeted stimulation rather than just being another generic stroker. Check out my own male vibrators buying guide.
SexToyDB, Saddle Sex Machines or Sybian Alternatives: What Are They, and Which Is The Best? – That’s mine. A useful guide for anyone curious about saddle machines and their alternatives before spending serious money.
Sex Work
Rogue Love Escapades, What’s in a name? The inspiration behind Rogue Love Escapades… Posts like this are always fascinating because the name often reveals a lot about the person behind the brand.
Sex Worker Search, Interview With YAS Work A worthwhile interview that gets beyond fantasy and into the politics and realities of sex work.
Danny Gold, Anal Therapy An interesting blend of body knowledge, trust, and nervous system awareness in relation to anal play.
Adam Black, Choosing the right hotel for meeting an escort A smart practical piece on the kind of logistical details that can make or break an encounter.
Oz Bigdownunder, London Eye View MMF Couple Sex Marathon Very much not subtle, and exactly the sort of full-throttle filth you’d expect from Oz.
Ellie Hart, Why Emotional Intelligence Is the Most Attractive Quality A lovely reminder that real attraction often has more to do with presence and attunement than flashy surface stuff.
Sandra, A Massage with a Twist A sexy little account of how quickly a sensual session can turn once someone admits what they really want.
Hellga, Sara Graduates Sissy School A direct dive into sissy transformation fantasy that knows exactly what it is and doesn’t pretend otherwise.
Mx Valentina, 113. Beyond the Veil: The Existential Architecture of Mx Valentina This one has a more ritualistic, mystical flavour than most, leaning hard into transformation and surrender.
Books and Movies
The History of BDSM, High Maintenance S03E05″Payday”: The Celluloid Dungeon A sharp read on kink onscreen that pays attention to money, power, and context rather than just the surface aesthetics.
Blogging
Sinclair Sexsmith, Announcing: The Inner Circle Sessions (Patreon Workshops for 2026) This looks like a genuinely thoughtful space for deeper conversations around D/s, kink, and creative work.
Supine: A Jealousy Play Erotica Story
Content: Daddy/girl D/s established relationship, consenting adults, jealousy play, punishment play, ownership, possession, spanking, belt spankings, becoming unleashed, anger play, looking vs seeing, dirty talk, force & CNC, not explicitly consensual, grooming play, other familial mentions (mommy/your mother), strap on sex / cock hunger, cum talk, butch masquerading as a cis daddy (kind of), praise kink, and more.
This story is fantasy and is in now way intended to be a guide for how to act in a D/s relationship, or any kink relationship. All characters are 21+. Your mental health matters; please don’t read it if this isn’t what you like to read.
They all have their eyes on her — her curves, her skin, her perfect ass. I knew when she asked me to come along to her figure drawing class that she’d be posed in front of a bunch of artists, but I didn’t know how much it would make my cock hard to watch them watching her, and to feel this possession over her.
How dare they even gaze upon her, my brain seethes. How dare they think they can look upon what’s mine.
When we get home, I follow her into her room and lock the door behind us. She looks at me, wide eyed, doe in headlights, still, with her mouth open in a little o.
“Did you get what you wanted?” I growl, as I take her neck in my big hand, coming close enough to smell her perfume.
“What do you mean, Daddy?” she purrs, looking up at me through her lashes.
I take her hand and move it to my cock. She inhales. “Did you like getting Daddy all hard? Did you like all those strangers staring at your pretty naked body? Staring at what’s mine?”
She lets out a little gasp, pulling her hand, but I hold it tight with mine and make her stroke it.
The artist, a woman, in front of me is clearly very skilled, her charcoal movements fluid and fast and free, set up on her own large clipboard against a second chair. It is silent in here but for the sound of graphite, pen, marker, brush against paper, and occasionally the turning of the page when the timer goes off and the pose is changed.
The man next to me is more precise, a yellow number two pencil in a large plain white sketchbook, sharp and held loosely but crafting detailed lines as his eyes trace over her shoulders, her back, her thighs. When I sneak a glance and see he is detailing the curls over her private parts, I seethe.
He’s doing nothing wrong, I tell myself. This is what is expected. He — all of them — are supposed to look at her, and draw.
And I fight every urge to cover her up in a blanket and escort her swiftly back to my car.
I pull her over my lap, sitting on her bed, and pull up her skirt. Quick, sharp slaps to her ass.
“Daddy!” she shrieks.
“Tell Daddy you’re sorry,” I sneer, still landing blow after blow, her skin already warming under her panties.
“Daddy,” she says again, whining, protesting. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“You never told me this was figure drawing for adults. You never told me there would be grown men there, staring at and lusting after your naked body.”
She whimpers, gasps when I hit her again, my other hand gathering both of her wrists in mine and holding them behind her back. She pulls against me, but she knows to keep still — it’s worse for her when she doesn’t.
“I thought you knew! I thought Mommy told you.”
“Your mother may think you are old enough to whore you off to grown men, but I know better. I know what men think, how when they see a little morsel like you, they think they can just take you. Your mother might like to exploit your beauty for men, but you are still my little princes. That’s who you’ll always be.”
“I … I didn’t mean to, Daddy.”
She shifts in her chair, and she’s leaning over the back of it with one leg outstretched, the other bent under her, her heel next to her pussy, which is exposed and facing right at me. I could go up behind her, grab her by the hair, shove my fingers or my cock right in.
No doubt all of them around me are thinking the same thing.
It makes my anger burn hot in my chest. It makes my dick throb and pulse and strain behind the zipper of my jeans.
The woman in front of me draws the way her curls tublr over her shoulders and down her back. The man next to me draws her pussy with entirely too much detail. I shouldn’t have come. What was she thiking? What was her mother thinking when she signed up our daughter, my little girl, mine, to do this? I bet she pocketed the compensation. I bet she did it to work up that community art teacher that she’s always flirting with. Look, aren’t I the spitting image of my daughter? She would say. Don’t you want to find out exactly how similar we are?
I spank her until she cries, then throw her on to the bed and get up. Stubborn and defiant as she is, always teasing me, making me want her, reminding me how she can make her own choices now and how much she loves it when older men want her, watch her, look at her. I unbuckle my belt and pull it from the loops.
“No, Daddy, please no,” she whines, her voice going soft. She sniffles and wipes her cheeks.
“Yes.” I say, hard and demanding, and fist her hair to turn her to her stomach on the bed.
I move my hand from her hair to clamp it over her mouth. “Stay quiet and take it. You know you deserve it for being such an exhibitionist little bitch. I know you liked all those men looking at you.”
A tear rolls down her cheek. Her eyes are wide and wet.
I swing the belt.
She shrieks under my hand, her noise muffled, trying to hold back the sounds. The belt comes down again. I pull her panties below her ass and appreciate the marks, the stripes, already starting to rise. My marks.
I pin her legs with mine when she starts squirming.
“Tell me you like it,” I growl into her ear, my lips brushing over her skin. I remove my hand and wait.
“I … like it?” she says, tentative.
“You like when men look at you,” I say. “Say it.”
She whimpers, looking at me with her eyes pleading, but she knows how to play this game. I know she does.
I swat her ass with the belt again, and she cries out. “I like it! I like … when men look at me,” she finishes in a small voice.
“You like when they want you.”
“I like when they want me.” Her voice is still small, a little hint of crying in every word. I swat her ass with my hand, then let my hand linger, soft strokes over the red welts. I can feel them, hot and raised.
“Does it make you feel good, to be a pretty little object for them?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
My fingers brush over the lips of her pussy; she’s swollen and slick. “They all wanted you, wanted to fuck you. You like that power you have over them, don’t you.”
“Yes, yes Daddy,” she whispers.
“Men are dangerous, little girl. I know you’re all grown up, I really do, but you’re still just a sweet little piece of meat to them. A hole to fuck —” I shove two fingers in — “and play with.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I know, Daddy.”
“Daddy wants to keep you safe,” I say, moving my fingers deep in her as she arches back and takes me deeper. “You belong to Daddy. You’re mine, not theirs.”
“I’m yours, Daddy, I’m only yours,” she moans.
“You got my cock so hard today. Is that why you wanted me to come? To see you all naked and exposed, with everyone watching you?”
“Oh, Daddy —” she winces when my arm brushes against her ass, but her pussy is open and begging for more. “Maybe,” she admits. “You don’t play with me enough. I need your big cock, Daddy. I miss you coming into my room at night.”
“Oh, you need Daddy’s cock more, do you?” I pull back, unzip my fly, take my cock out. “You know you can always tell me what you need.”
“I’m embarrassed, Daddy,” she’s curled up, her arms under her body, spreading her legs and raising her hips. I stroke myself, smearing some of the pre-cum along the head. “I’m too needy.” She almost cries again, hiding her face in the bed.
“You’re perfect, pretty girl.” I line up the tip at her opening and push. She stretches around me, and gasps. “God, I love this perfect pussy.”
She oans. I feel her fingers on her clit, against her opening, tentatively touching the shaft of my cock as it goes in and out.
I fist her hair and pull her head up. “Look,” I say. She can see the reflection of me on top of her, holding her by the hair, in the mirror of her closet door. She can see her face, wet with tears, eyes red and full of lust.
“Watch Daddy fuck you. Watch your pretty face while I pump all my cum into you.”
Her face flushes with want, her mouth open again. She reaches one hand above her to brace on the edge of the bed as I fuck in and out, stretch her open, fill her deep.
The last pose is supine, on the floor, one leg up and bent, arms under the pillow. This is how she sleeps, how she used to sleep all those years when I would come into her room at night. I trained her to never wear panties to bed. I trained her to grip my cock tight when I tarted speeding up and getting close, to milk all the cum out of my balls.
They may get to look at her like this, but they’ll never get to have her like I do. Never get to stand in the doorway of her room with only the hall light to watch her. Never get to run their tongues up her inner thighs and into her curly strawberry hair at her cunt. Never get to taste her, sharp and sweet. Never get to hear her whimper and cry out, and never know what her guttural moans sound like when she comes.
I watch a man near me adjust his crotch as he draws the curve of her hips. He’ll never get to touch her. Not like I do. And I will be sure to keep it that way.
She watches me as I thrust, as I take what’s mine. As I relentlessly use her body as an object for my pleasure. She becomes abstract when I get like this, a tool, a sex toy made just for me. But at least she’s still 3D, not flattened into a 2D drawing, a captured moment in time.
She works against me, saying, “Thank you, thank you,” saying “Fuck me harder, Daddy, harder Daddy,” and she watches. She sees me over her, pounding, my attention gathering and singularly focused in my cock, my balls tensing and pulling tight to my body, almost ready to shoot.
I meet her eyes in the mirror and hold them. “Good girl,” I say. Her jaw is slack and her lips are pink; she touches her tongue to them, and that’s what does it, that pretty pink tongue that has been on every inch of my cock and most of my body. My balls clench and my cock twitches as I empty everything I have into her. She feels it, moaning, pushing back against me, her tight hole fluttering around my shaft, kissing into her womb.
She doesn’t look away.
No matter who looks at her, I know I’m one of the lucky few that really sees her, that she shows herself to. And she sees me, too; she knows who I really a, the monstrous things I’m capable of, and she still wants me. I know what she needs; she knows what I need. We need each other, behind closed doors, and all the ways we repent and absolve and forgive each other our sins, and then do it all again.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says, as I slide out slow and rest on top of her. “Can I come now? Please?”
I kiss her cheek, smooth her hair. “Of course, Princess. Anything you want. Anything.” I feel her mouth move into a grin, and hear her small giggle, and I’m satisfied.
Featured image drawing of figures by TJ / @aluminumbrat on Instagram, reprinted & used here with permission. Thank you!
Best of 2025 on Sugarbutch
2025 was a lean year for publishing here. Since my separation (& subsequent divorce) in 2022, I’ve been very financially unstable — without a job or other steady income right now, aside from Sugarbutch’s writing, coaching, and teaching. There were still some exciting posts here in 2025, though — some hot fiction, a spectacular guest post, a toy review I did with friends, a long-overdue support post, and a whole lot of teaching.
Sugarbutch started in 2006, which makes it 19 years old as of April 2025. Nineteen years. I don’t know whether to celebrate that or sit down and cry about it! Maybe both. (What should I do for Sugarbutch’s 20th anniversary in 2026?!)
Even in a quiet year, I’m proud of what went up. Here’s the best of it.
Note about the password-protected posts: The password is available to everyone who supports me on Patreon. It truly makes a difference — if you love this work and have even a few dollars a month to spare, please consider joining.
Erotica
A butch on their back, a femme in a loose black robe, an exchange of spit, power, and desperate need. This one came out of a Writing Spicy writing prompt — technically the third prompt from last year’s countdown. I was hoping to finish all of them before the next session started in September. It’s short, it’s real, it’s needy in all the ways I find most interesting to write — and most true. — Did I Say You Could Touch Me?
CN: flogger, whip, beating (fists), slapping, face slapping, suffering, skin breaking (brief mention of blood), biting, crying, catharsis, safewording. They wanted to suffer. That’s what they asked for. To scream and cry and resist, to yell no, to beg for me to stop — and to have me keep going. This is a story about what it means to be given exactly what you asked for, about the catharsis in the breaking-open, and about the way the sadist in me finally gets some room to breathe. One of my favorites I’ve written in a long time. — You’ll Take Whatever I Can Dish Out
The Milk series finally got its third installment in 2025, continuing the mama/boy nursing kink story. It’s password-protected — you’ll need to join the Patreon in order to get the password to read it — but if you’ve been following parts one and two, or if you like nursing mama/boy stories, I suspect you’ll enjoy it. — Milk: Part Three (protected)
Smutty Things by Amazing Writers (Guest Posts)
CN: Daddy/boy, boot sucking/licking, boot play, kicking, desperation, humiliation play, crawling, cock play, caning, impact, making daddy proud.
Macsen K. Rhaff is a genderqueer, switchy pervert and writer of liberating trans smut. Wielding words in both healing and horny ways, Macsen infuses their work with personal explorations of gender, pleasure, and power. This piece blew me away when I first read it — it’s written in second person, which is hard to pull off, and Macsen absolutely nails it. It’s tender and brutal in equal measure, the way the best Daddy/boy writing is. The ending wrecked me. — What I Will Call You, Guest Post by Macsen K. Rhaff
Cock Confidence Review
I got to review four very large silicone cocks with two friends who are absolute connoisseurs of XXXL toys, and honestly, it was a delight. Dee’s Big Daddies is a new venture from the folks at Uberrime, which makes some of the only triple-density silicone available. We reviewed Diedrich, Duke, Dante, and Duncan — and Duncan has stood out as the clear front runner, and I’m obsessed. If you are someone who likes a big toy and cares about silicone quality, shape, and sheer sensory delight, read this review. — Dee’s Big Daddies Really Are Big: New High Quality XXXL Silicone Toys
New Book: Leather & Lust
One of the biggest things I did was at the very beginning of 2025: I published a leather romance novel, Leather & Lust, on Theo Reads. Theo is a platform for serialized romance fiction, and I was brought on as a founding author, which was a real honor.
What’s it about? Handsome and dominating, Harrison navigates San Francisco’s BDSM scene seeking his perfect match. When he meets Sidra and Addie — two submissives who awaken both his dominant desires and his heart — he faces a choice. Should he choose one perfect partner? Will he dare to build the leather family of his dreams? It’s a slow burn, a why-choose, a love story set deep inside leather and kink culture.
You can read the whole thing for free on Theo Reads (for now; eventually there will be a few chapters as a free preview, and you’ll need a subscription to read it in its entirety). It’s about a 3 1/2 hour read, give or take, depending on quick or slow of a reader you are.
Workshops & Teaching
Despite the quiet on the blog, I taught a lot in 2025— roughly 25 workshops and events across the year. I taught through five different organizations and venues: Wicked Grounds, Patreon, Pan Eros (here in Seattle), and >Charlie’s Queer Books in Seattle. The most frequently taught topics were Daddy 101 (three times), Writing Spicy (multiple runs, both in person and online), and Cock Confidence (twice). I ran five workshops exclusively through Patreon as part of the Power and Pleasure monthly series, covering topics like High Protocol for D/s, Fierce Submission, Frameworks for D/s Training, and writing craft.
For conferences, I traveled to Sacramento for Northwest Leather Celebration to be a judge in May, and to the Baltimore area for Dark Odyssey: Fusion in June.
One of the most exciting new offerings this year was the Building Blocks of D/s Intensive, a four-hour in-person workshop I ran in Seattle through Pan Eros in September. This was the first time I’ve done a D/s intensive of this length — four hours is a very different container than a two-hour workshop, and it allowed us to go much deeper into the foundations of power exchange in a way that just isn’t possible in a shorter format. I’d love to do more of these.
Looking ahead: my 2026 workshop calendar is already up, and I have events booked through the end of the year. I’m still available to book for workshops — online, and possibly in person depending on the event. Writing Spicy isn’t on the calendar yet for 2026, but it will probably happen in the fall — keep an eye out.
And as always, D/s Playground is available anytime if you want to go deep on D/s at your own pace.
On Keeping This Going
This was the year I finally published the post I’d been sitting on for two years. I don’t like feeling like I’m begging, but I don’t feel like I have much of a choice. The amount on Patreon right now is less than half of what it was in 2022, and that is the primary income I’ve been relying on. I wrote 8 Ways To Support Sugarbutch & Sinclair because I needed to, and because I think people genuinely want to help and don’t always know how. If you’ve been a reader for years and never thought about what it takes to keep this place running — that post is for you.
Thank you to everyone who read, who showed up to a workshop, who supported on Patreon, who sent a message saying something I wrote meant something to you. It genuinely keeps me going. Here’s to 2026— and more of the writing I love doing.
Cock Confidence: Two Uberrime Triple Density Cocks — The Bella & The Amante
I’ve been strapping on for almost thirty years, and in that time I’ve had a lot of cocks. Vixen, Tantus, NYTC, a (couple?) hundred others — and I’ve loved so many of them.
Dual density changed everything when it came out: firm core, softer outside, something that finally felt more like flesh than like rubber. I thought that was as good as it was going to get.
Then Uberrime sent me a Bella, and I realized I had been wrong.
Triple density is three separate layers of platinum silicone poured and cured in sequence. A rigid (“shore 20a”, as the type of silicone is called, if that means anything to you) core for structure. A middle layer (shore 0000) — genuinely gooey, gummy, unlike anything else on the market — that gives the whole toy a squishiness that you have to feel to understand. And an outer skin (shore 5a) with a matte finish that reads as skin rather than as silicone. The core stops short of the head, so the tip is actually compressible. You can press on the frenulum. You can feel the coronal ridge give. Nothing else in my drawers do that.
Once I had the Bella — and understood what triple density actually was — and once Uberrime released a second triple density cock, I needed the Amante, too.
The Bella
Uberrime sent me an early version of the Bella about five years ago, and I am not exaggerating when I say that it has been my favorite everyday go-to cock ever since. Look, I have owned a lot of cocks. And this continues to be the one I reach for most.
I have written before about uncut cocks and why some of us want them specifically. For me it’s about embodiment, and gender euphoria — the way a cock reads when you look down at it, the thing that gets unlocked when what you’re wearing matches what you carry in your head. The foreskin changes what a blow job feels like, changes the texture of the whole experience. For those of us who want uncut, uncut matters. And for a long time, the options weren’t great.
The Bella has gone through multiple versions since that first one arrived. I have a v1 and a v2— pictured in the photo above — and the current version is at least v3, with a shape that’s genuinely different from what came before. Each generation got more specific. The current Bella has a fully defined uncut head: bundled foreskin over the glans, unmistakably uncircumcised, no ambiguity about it. Earlier versions were more suggested-at than committed-to. Uberrime got more specific with each iteration, and it shows.
Isn’t it pretty??
A note on what “uncut” means here, since people ask: the foreskin doesn’t move or retract. For that, you’d need either cheaper cocks in materials I can’t recommend, or significantly more expensive prosthetics built specifically for that function. What the Bella gives you is a fully uncut shape — the visual and tactile reality of an uncircumcised cock — which is, for a lot of us, exactly what we want.
The name is Latin for “beautiful” or “very handsome.” That tracks.
What it’s like to wear
Stable in a harness, functional, moves the way a cock should move. The triple density construction means it responds with a lot more movability — there’s give where you want give, and structure where you need it. When a partner handles it, when you thrust, when you look down at it, it behaves like something that belongs on your body rather than something attached to it.
What the uncut sculpt adds on top of that is specific: it changes what a blow job feels like (I’ll let you discover that for yourself), it changes what you see when you look down, and it adds a layer of texture during use that a circumcised cock doesn’t have. I’ve been wearing cocks since before there were good uncut options. Having one that’s built this well, that’s been refined through multiple generations into something this particular and right, is something I didn’t expect to have.
Ordering
The Bella comes in single density, dual density, or triple density — it’s the same shape across all three, but different construction and different price points. If you want this specific uncut shape without the full triple density system, single or dual has it for less cost. The triple is what I have and what I’m recommending, but it’s worth knowing the options exist.
On color: the Ready-Made listing ships in one to three business days in skin tones — dark, tan, or light. The custom color listing lets you pick your own colors from Uberrime’s full palette (up to 3! And poke around on their site for some examples of how they do color swirling — it’s art). Adding more colors is an additional cost, but it might be worth it to match your favorite harness, or outfit, or what you flag. The main variables for whether to order Ready-Made or a custom color is yes, the color choices, but also how long you’re willing to wait. Custom takes five to ten business days.
One practical thing to note: the base is wide. Check your harness o-ring sizing before you order, especially if you’re using a fixed ring. Most adjustable o-ring harnesses and brief-style harnesses will be fine. (I tend to use a 2″ O-ring in my harnesses with Bella and that works great.)
Water-based lube only; the outer layers of the silicone are more susceptible to wearing down if you use silicone lube.
Specs: total length 8″, insertable length 7.25″, widest diameter 1.79″, widest circumference 5.62″. Flared base, harness compatible, anal safe. Platinum silicone, phthalate-free.
Bella Ready-Made → | Bella custom triple density →
The Amante
The Amante is the Bella’s cut counterpart — Uberrime’s second triple density cock. The details and feel are very similar, but the shape of the head is very different.
For the record, Amante means “beloved” or “lover” in Latin. (Heart eyes!)
Realistic sculpt: pronounced head, raised veining, horizontal brush strokes across the shaft that contribute to the matte, skin-like finish. Same three-layer construction as the Bella. The core stops short of the head here too — the tip compresses, the coronal ridge gives slightly under pressure, the frenulum is depressible. The coronal ridge itself is entirely the softer outer silicone, so there’s a distinct textural shift between shaft and head that you feel during use and that a partner feels from the other side.
What it’s like to wear
Everything I said about triple density in the Bella applies here. Stable in a harness. Substantial without being unwieldy. Moves with you. When I put the Amante on and look down at it, it looks right in a way that matters — not like a toy attached to my body, but like a cock that belongs there.
The specific feel of a circumcised head versus an uncut one is real and different, and which one you want is personal. They’re fairly similar, so unless you’re a bit of a cock collector, you probably don’t need both (but it is pretty satisfying!).
Ordering
The Amante comes in single density, dual density, or triple density — same sculpt and specs, different construction and price. Same color options as the Bella: Ready-Made in skin tones (dark, tan, light) ships in one to three business days; custom color (up to 3! and you can see from the photos that they do an incredible job of swirling the colors together) at a slightly higher price ships in five to ten business days.
Water-based lube only! Be gentle with this special silicone!
Specs: total length 8.5″, insertable length 7.5″, widest diameter 1.83″, widest circumference 5.75″. Flared base, harness compatible, anal safe. Platinum silicone, phthalate-free.
Amante Ready-Made → · Amante custom colors →
About Uberrime
Both of these are made by Uberrime — a small US operation, one person, Marco, handcasting toys one at a time in platinum silicone. Every toy is slightly individual. The quality is genuine because the maker is genuinely invested: someone who has been doing this for over a decade, who has iterated these sculpts across multiple generations, and whose reputation rests entirely on what comes out of his studio. This is not a mass-produced toy. You are buying something handmade.
At $199 each, they are not cheap. But the right comparison isn’t a $60 dildo — it’s the top end of Vixen Creations’ VixSkin line (which is only dual density, not triple), or other premium small-batch silicone makers. At that comparison, they’re a very reasonable price.
They’re also the cocks I reach for the most, in my whole collection, ever since I first received the Bella.
The Bella and Amante were sent to me from Uberrime in exchange for an honest review. Links in this review are affiliate links, and I will get a small kickback from them if you buy them through these links (at no extra charge to you). All opinions are mine and I was not influenced by Uberrime to write any particular thing (though all facts come from the Uberrime site & hopefully those are reproduced accurately!). Thank you, Uberrime!
Announcing: The Inner Circle Sessions (Patreon Workshops for 2026)
For nearly two decades now, Sugarbutch has been a place where I write about queer kink, power exchange, gender, relationships, and the messy, beautiful ways we try to live our desires out loud.
Some of that work happens through essays and stories.
Some of it happens through workshops.
And some of it happens in conversation — the kind where a room full of kinky people start comparing notes and suddenly everyone walks away with a new idea.
That last part especially is something I’ve been wanting to cultivate more intentionally.
So this year I’m launching The Inner Circle Sessions, a Patreon-exclusive series of gatherings where we can talk about D/s, hype our smutty words, and support each other’s creative and kinky lives.
Patreon has always felt a little like an inner circle of people who want to see this work continue and grow, and this series is a way to deepen that connection even further.
Beginning in March and running through December, Patreon members at the webinar tier and above ($25/month) will have access to two monthly sessions plus four deep-dive workshops throughout the year.
The Monthly Sessions
Each month includes two 90-minute gatherings designed to support both sides of the work: the relational and the creative.
D/s Salon
A monthly open discussion for dominants, submissives, switches, and everyone navigating power exchange relationships.
Each session has a loose topic or prompt to get us started, but this is fundamentally a space to think out loud, ask questions, share what’s working and what isn’t, and be in conversation with other people who are serious about their D/s lives.
No agenda, no performance — just real talk about the dynamics we’re living in.
Spicy Hype Session
You’ve written the work. Now let’s get it out into the world.
Spicy Hype is a monthly open coworking session for writers with books, stories, or online publications they’re actively trying to promote. Bring whatever you’re working on — a pitch, a social post, a submission query, a release announcement — and work on it live alongside other writers who are in the same boat.
No teaching, no agenda. Just dedicated time, a supportive room, and people who understand exactly what it takes to promote queer and kinky writing in a world that doesn’t always make it easy.
Sessions rotate between Tuesday evenings at 6pm PT and Saturday mornings at 11am PT, so there are options no matter what your week looks like.
The Quarterly Workshops
Four times a year, the Saturday session becomes a 90-minute deep-dive workshop focused on a specific D/s topic. After the workshop, the D/s Salon continues at 1pm PT, offering space for conversation, reflection, and questions.
April 18— Building Blocks of D/s
D/s relationships are infinitely varied — each one is designer, highly customized, made to order for the specific people in it. That’s the beauty and the liberation of power exchange. It’s also the challenge: how do you build exactly the D/s dynamic you want? We’ll cover the core building blocks — how to map your relationship’s Areas of Control, how to build protocol for fun, function, and erotic charge, and setting up rituals with meaning. Geared toward folks who are new to D/s, but people with more experience are welcome — you’ll find structures and language to enhance what you’re already building.
July 18— Daddy 101: Build the Foundation
Somewhere in you there’s an inkling that you might just like being a daddy — or maybe you’re pretty sure your partner is one, and they just don’t know it yet. Come talk about the fundamental components of a daddy dynamic, how to start one, how to add one into an existing dynamic, and how to claim whatever daddy space feels right for you.
October 17— High Protocol for D/s
Making rules, tasks, and ongoing protocol is one of the cornerstones of D/s dynamics — but it can be daunting to figure out where to start, how to create different structures for different spaces, and how to maintain the container. We’ll go over tools that help make protocol easier to experiment with and implement: the cartography of control areas, the protocol game, and levels of protocol. You’ll come away with tools and structure to elevate your protocol in any situation.
December 19— TBA
Exact workshop title to be announced and decided later.
A Note About March
We’re launching a little off-pattern this month.
- Spicy Hype Session: Sunday, March 22 at 11am PT
- D/s Salon: Tuesday, March 31 at 6pm PT
Starting in April we’ll settle into the regular monthly rhythm.
The Space We’re Building
One of the things I care most about — both in writing and in teaching kink — is creating spaces where people can talk honestly about desire, power, and creativity.
Sometimes that happens through stories.
Sometimes through workshops.
Sometimes through conversation with other kinky nerds who are thinking about the same questions.
The Inner Circle Sessions are meant to hold all of that: community, curiosity, learning, and creative support.
If you’re a Patreon member at the Webinar tier or above, you’re invited. Session links will go out before each gathering.
I’ve been wanting to build something like this for a long time.
Now it’s here.
Just Be A Hole: Guest Story by Jezebel Jett
Content Note: D/s, anal, daddy/girl, strap on, bruising, oral sex, crying, blindfold, dirty talk, choking, belt, rough body play
Melody:
Sometimes when I was here like this, I thought about cranes. I thought about felled trees that had to be wedged into to drop, carved and chipped at slowly, to break. I’d think about flowers leaning toward the sun, the one piece that held them up craving heat so bad it would bow, even split for it. I thought about the angle of the vertebrae at the top of your spine when you stared down at me hazily, below you while you rose up my skin.
******
I remembered it sweetly, how I arched my cries to reach you, curved my neck while you opened me, how I let you bow my hips like the knees of a saint, begging for forgiveness.
This was tonight. This was now in the dark. This was you coming back from drinks at the bar and my cell still bannering your text from twenty minutes ago before you’d left, “When I’m back I want you naked, bent over the dining table, your cheek and palms pressed flat on the wood with my silk tie around your eyes. No questions, and not a sound from you when I’m home.”
It was so quiet I could hear the grandfather clock ticking at the end of the hall, my heartbeat going faster, and my moist breath hitting the cool wood below my lips.
You’d left me home alone hours ago, having a night with the boys and handing me a list of chores too lengthy to finish, even if you’d been gone twice as long. I’d completed just over half, and had negotiated my time as concisely but also as thoroughly as I could. I wanted it to be enough, but I knew it might fall short of your expectations.
I was unaware of how much time I’d have or when you’d come bursting through the door with that pace of energy you always came in with after seeing them. I wondered what you talked about, sometimes wishing I could come too, or sit at the end of the bar and eavesdrop while I left lipstick on the edge of a glass, similar to the scarlet imprint on the head of your cock I’d made last night.
Was it all sex talk and cigars? Was it the tight shirts across your broad chests and everyone in black and the smell of fresh polish on your leather boots? Was it the linger of perfume you all had a whisper of on your collars, left behind from when you hugged your girls goodbye? I wanted to know so desperately sometimes.
Mostly, I just liked imagining you there, talking with your hands, your different smiles you reserved for different things.
That bawdy volume you all bounced off each other that made me feel like a cheerleader squeezing my thighs on the bleachers, staring intently at that primal energy I wanted to tackle me later.
I wondered if you went in the bathroom and stroked your cock slowly, staring at yourself in the mirror just as you had days before when you fucked my ass over the sink, my small handprints still on the mirror after our shower. I wondered if you thought of me when you were gone, saw other women at the bar and missed the way I laughed when your palms playfully smacked my ass after fucking it senseless. I wonder if when your teeth broke through the cherry in your drink, you thought of my swollen lips sucking on your tongue.
Something about this bent over position made me feel so vulnerable, my tits pressed against a hard surface, legs spread open, the inability to see, my face down and my ass up, hearing the echo of everything from a lower point in the room, you above me, soon.
I’d gotten wet while doing my chores thinking of you in all of those ways with your friends, wistful and aroused and fantasizing about when you’d return. Would you call me or just burst through the door hungry? Sometimes you came home and ignored me for a good while, listening to my breathing change its rhythm when you’d stand up and move around me, plucking at my anticipation. Sometimes you’d come through the door calm and quiet, until you called me over to the floor below your chair.
I’d rest my head on the curve of your boot while you sat silent and read or worked. Sometimes that would last hours and you’d pull me up and use my mouth, just for you, all for you. Then you’d put me to bed ignoring my ache, but knowing you’d push it further in the morning. Other times, you’d return and I’d decided not to follow any of your directions. I’d watch a movie, take a bubble bath and put on loud music, pretend it was a good idea saying hello when you got home, so casual it drove you up the wall.
Sometimes I wanted to incite that side of you that would pull me down the hall by my wet hair and edge me until I was crying, breaking blood vessels on your hands from how big of a mistake I’d made. After, you’d put me to bed in the guest room alone, come back to me before dawn pushing your cock in me while I was half asleep.
Tonight I couldn’t predict the temperature of you, but my ass was still bruised from last time, so I was decisive and listened to everything, choosing obedience. My grip on time was starting to falter and I couldn’t tell if it had been minutes or hours. It felt so much longer when I was wet and antsy, uncertain of your mood. My palms were slightly damp now from nerves. They were mildly shaking and sticking to the table. I could feel the cool air from the overhead vent brushing soft across my back, grateful for small comforts that may soon be stripped away entirely.
Then my muscles tensed, as I heard the deadbolt unlock and the air change in the room when you stepped back inside. I heard your boots cross the floor, felt your body heat close in on me. You smelled like whiskey and sweat and leather and the boys I was warned about in high school. You smelled like all your dirty thoughts were written on your skin ready to spill onto me. You smelled like you. You smelled like home.
Max:
I loved how much of a slut she was. For me. Against me. I loved how anytime I whispered to her cravings, they spilled back over me in her needy little whimpers, her tightened fists, her furrowed little brow, always so desperate to be filled and used.
I needed a toy tonight, pliable and bending to my will, something to chase and catch and loom my shadow over slowly while she shrunk. Let her cry. Ley her beg me to stop. Keep her below my boots on the floor like a sad little puddle. I wanted to lick the salt of her tears tonight, chase them with the liquor of her swollen little cunt, so greedy and hopeful and hurting to be touched. Let her wait.
I felt like I’d been gnawing at the bars of a cage as I drove home. I wanted to be fed by her cries tonight, her needy little protests. I wanted to kick her thighs open so wide her hips would hurt, slam into her and crush her shaky little body so her tits would be bruised the next week. She needed it like that. Make her prove she deserves it.
When the door slammed behind me it was quite the pathetic little display to take in. Our longer dining table lays parallel to the front door so when I stepped over the threshold, her greedy little holes were right there glistening back at me, presenting themselves and her ass was still so fucking bruised from the beating I gave her last night. I ran my eyes over them again, noticed what would be tender, what could take more. How could I push her more? Where would she run?
I advanced closer and noticed her calves tense, her breathing quickened slightly. I unbuckled my belt slowly, pulling it out of each loop like a snake that was restless to wrap her up in scarlet streaks. She was keeping quiet, holding it in, pushing it back.
I wanted that space in her chest, wanted the bass of me thundering her out of her little mind so she was all body, all mine. I wanted to be the Daddy tonight that made her wait, kept her anxious, built her fear with my energy and echoes dancing around her, pathetic in her stance all open and quiet and nervous. Just a toy. Just my holes. I wasn’t there tonight. I didn’t have the patience or the time to draw this out. I wanted it now, rough, toxic; the sheath of her aching holes forced to take, accept the use. Say thank you. Say it again. Make me believe you love this. Keep crying. You know how much I love that.
My cock could already feel it as I palmed the length of it below the tight denim I had on. This was all for me. Her God. My pleasure. She wasn’t allowed to speak so I spoke for us.
“Look at you down there for Daddy. So small. I can smell your cunt through the door, you know. Already such a greedy little brat when I gave you everything I had last night. Did you already forget?”
I cracked my belt across the bruises on her ass and the deep breath she’d been holding burst out of her, eliciting a stubborn moan, making me laugh and waking the sadist up all over again.
I kicked at her ankles, spreading her open as the sting of leather on skin snapped in the room, too hard, too fast for her, her hips already pushing themselves into the table as if doing that would save her when she had nowhere to go.
Once the tears came, my hands touched the heat of her skin, welts already forming and her ass trying to grind into my touch, advantageous as soon as she could be. I bit my own lip and bent over her body so I was flush against her. I brushed the hair from her neck and slid the belt around her throat, pulling her back to me so her spine was arched into my chest, making her feel my cock.
I kept one hand on the belt while the other grabbed her weeping cunt possessively.
“Do you know how many good girls there were at the bar tonight? How many of them wanted to sit in my lap secretly instead of listen to their stupid boyfriends. How many of them I could have brought back here and used? How curious they were about what’s under my jeans? How they’d kill to be right here, right now? Instead I come home to this toy that’s dripping, forgetting its place, forgetting who owns it.”
I squeezed her cunt with my hand and she cried out, harder than she needed to and nodding and sniffing in her blindfold. I unzipped my jeans and ran my cock along the length of her ass, poking her bruises with the thick head.
“You think just because you listened and can bend over for me you earned this, girl? You think these holes are better than theirs? You think you deserve relief for doing half of what I asked? Fucking slut.”
I found her oozing cunt and slid two fingers inside aggressively, feeling that tension in her spine untangle against my chest and biting and sucking on her neck and shoulders, tightening the belt. She was moaning now, acting like she knew I’d fuck her. I pulled my fingers out abruptly and stroked my cock.
“Shut up, greedy girl. That hole didn’t earn Daddy tonight. You’ll be lucky if I touch it again for a long fucking time.”
Another whimper. Let her be scared. She knew. I let the length of me slide up and down her ass and loosened the belt, replacing it with my forearm, skin on skin. The smell of her drove me wild, her hunger, the juicy little ass so sore and hurting for me. Mine. I shoved my still moist fingers in her mouth and pushed the head of my cock against her ass.
“Suck on my fingers, girl. Act like they’re Daddy’s cock. Deeper. Mhm. Good little slut. Fucking pathetic to be filled. Just here to be used, aren’t you? Show me. You can cry, girl. Give Daddy those hungry holes.”
She was gagging now and distracted, lost in the push and trying to meet me but failing. She was anxious and the back of her bruised little neck was damp, shoulders shaking. I kept talking, pushing into her tight little ass while she took my fingers down her small little throat. So pathetic. Crying so hard.
“You are a good little slut, aren’t you? Take it. Open the fuck up. Tell Daddy thank you. Louder. You can talk while you gag. Try again.”
Her lips were trembling around me in that sweet moment where I pushed past that bundle of muscles inside her and I was through, past that threshold that always scared her. Her little legs were shaking and I pulled her into me real tight, sucking on her neck and tasting her surrender in primal gulps. My thrusts were shoving her hips into the table with my weight, and she felt so fucking good.
Sympathetically, I reached for the bud of her clit and as soon as I touched her, buried in her ass, she squirted all over my hand. I growled and kept going, pulling tantric orgasms from her starved little cunt and pounding her ass.
She was wrapped in me again, all confusion and hurt and pleasure and bundled tension unwinding from my presence, my cock, my touch.
I wanted this to take all night, wanted to exhaust her until she collapsed at my feet in that sweet mess of tears and come and shivers, just how I loved her.
She broke her voice restriction after the third time she came and elicited the smallest whisper of “Daddy” I’d ever heard from her. I turned her neck to the side and kissed her deep.
“Shh. No more thinking. Just be a hole. Open up.”
“Just Be A Hole” is a short story reprinted with permission from Jezebel Jett’s queer kink erotica collection, Nectar of Surrender. Learn more about Nectar of Surrender and buy the book here.
Video! Tasting Menu: A Queer Erotica Reading
This video was recorded Friday, February 13, 2026, where a group of incredibly skilled erotica writers did a reading (that I put together) for Charis Books, an incredible feminist & queer & radical bookstore out of Atlanta. Thanks so much for hosting us!
Click here to watch the recording of Tasting Menu!
Tasting Menu: A Queer Erotica Reading
online through Charis Books
Featuring:
Laura Antoniou
Kiki DeLovely
Tobi Hill-Meyer
Rose Knottyrotica
laura q
Sinclair Sexsmith
About the Readers
Laura Antoniou has been writing queer, kinky, intellectually unruly fiction since the 1980s, back when she edited the gaming/media magazine Gateways and wrote safer-sex smut during the AIDS crisis. She is best known for the Marketplace series of BDSM novels, a long-running, genre-defining body of work celebrated for its sexual, cultural, and gender diversity, including one of the earliest trans male lead characters in erotic fiction. Her other work includes the Rainbow Award–winning comedy murder mystery The Killer Wore Leather, the erotic fantasy Silk Threads (with Cecilia Tan and Midori), and dozens of short stories, essays, and anthologies across genres. Her writing has been translated into multiple languages and is frequently cited in discussions of erotica, gender politics, and queer literary history. A veteran public speaker, Laura has taught and lectured on kink, power dynamics, relationships, fandom, and Jewish sexuality at over 150 conferences and universities worldwide, including Harvard, NYU, Columbia, and the University of Washington. She is the recipient of multiple awards, including Lifetime Achievement honors from the National Leather Association and the Pantheon of Leather. She lives in New York, writes what she wants, teaches what she knows, and still refuses to behave. More at lantoniou.com.
Kiki DeLovely is a witchy, kinky, polyamorous, mixed, nonbinary femme who moonlights as an erotica writer when she’s not weaving magic through energetic healing and spiritual coaching. Their work has appeared in dozens of publications and they have toured both nationally and internationally, living and traveling all over the world before setting down roots on unceded Occaneechi-Saponi land. Kiki strives toward erotica that reads as fine literature and connects us with our highest selves. More about their work at Open Heart Active Healing.
Tobi Hill-Meyer is an Indigenous Chicana trans woman. She believes creating stories is a critical part of making change, they can give us strength, model paths to success, provide encouragement, and create greater empathy. She is dedicated to community support and fighting for positive change at a local level. Tobi’s work has been in Best Lesbian Erotica, Ask: Building Consent Culture, Trans Bodies Trans Selves, Take Me There, Beyond Binary, Coming Out Like a Porn Star, and Girl Sex 101. She is editor of the Lambda Literary Finalist anthology Nerve Endings: The New Trans Erotic, author of children’s books A Princess of Great Daring and Super Power Baby Shower, and director of the award winning erotic documentary series Doing it Online. tobihillmeyer.com
Rose Knottyrotica is a Black, lesbian, kinky erotica writer who is an academic by day and a kinky gardener, cat mom, and crafter by night. Her goal in life is to awaken the erotic in your mind and she does this even while the world is burning because she believes that pleasure is the ultimate manifestation of Black, brown, femme, and queer liberation. And when Black, brown, femme, and queer folks are free – we all get free! Knottyrotica on Substack.
laura q writes to honour the queer sex magick of hot as fuck t4t sexual connections, resulting in stories that have been described as “gorgeous & tender”, “absurdly sexy” and “kinda fucked up”. She’s currently working on a follow-up to her Lambda Literary Award-winning debut collection, A Tight Squeeze; consider yourselves warned.
Sinclair Sexsmith (they/them) is a queer trans butch, a leather dominant, and a writer. Their short story collection, Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, was a 2016 finalist for a Lambda Literary Award, and they have edited 5 editions of the Best Lesbian Erotica series, as well as the lesbian BDSM erotica anthology Say Please, and Erotix: The Literary Journal of Somatics. Since 2000, they have run the online erotica writing group Writing Spicy at writingspicy.com. Find Sinclair in all the places online at http://sugarbutch.net/find-sinclair.
The event is free and open to all people, but we encourage and appreciate a donation of $5-20 in support of the work of Charis Circle, our programming non-profit. Donate via our website: www.chariscircle.org/donate.
Sinclair’s 2026 Calendar: Online & In Person Workshops, Conferences, & More
Here’s where I’ll be and what I’ll be teaching online & in person in 2026!
This page will be updated as things are added.
Note: Patreon workshops in 2026 are in progress; I will be checking in with y’all about what day of the week / time is preferred. Keep an eye out for a poll!
Updated: June 3, 2026
June
Tuesday, June 2 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Saturday, June 6 | 12-4:30pm PT | in person in Seattle | Building Blocks of D/s through the Kink Center
Saturday, June 13 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Tuesday, June 23 | 6-8pm PT | online | Writing Spicy (Part 1 of 2) through Wicked Grounds
Tuesday, June 30 | 6-8pm PT | online | Writing Spicy (Part 2 of 2) through Wicked Grounds
July
Tuesday, July 7 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Saturday, July 18 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | Daddy 101: Build the Foundation through Patreon
Saturday, July 18 | 1-2:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Tuesday, July 30 | 6-8pm PT | online | Cock Confidence through Wicked Grounds (Ticket link TBA)
August
Tuesday, August 4 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Saturday, August 15 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Saturday, August 22 | 12-4:30pm PT | in person in Seattle | Building Blocks of D/s through Pan Eros
Tuesday, August 28 | 6-8pm PT | online | Make It Yours: Embodying Your Strap through Wicked Grounds (Ticket link TBA)
September
Tuesday, September 1 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Saturday, September 19 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon will be rescheduled
Saturday, September 26 – Sunday, September 27 | 10am-6pm PT | in person in Seattle | Wicked & Ripe: Equinox Intensive in Energy & BDSM 2-day workshop through EroSomatics; click here for more information & fill out the form to register
Tuesday, September 22 | 6-8pm PT | online | Daddy 101: Build the Foundation through Wicked Grounds (Ticket link TBA)
October
Tuesday, October 6 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Saturday, October 17 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | High Protocol for D/s workshop through Patreon
Saturday, October 17 | 1-2:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
November
Tuesday, November 3 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Saturday, November 21 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
December
Tuesday, December 1 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Saturday, December 19 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | D/s Workshop (TBA) through Patreon
Saturday, December 19 | 1-2:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
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Previously in 2026
January
Tuesday, January 27, 2026 | 6-8pm PT | High Protocol for D/s online through Wicked Grounds
February
Friday, February 13th | 4:30-6pm PT / 7:30-9pm EST | online | Valentine’s Day Erotica Reading through Charis Books (details TBA)
Tuesday, February 24 | 6-8pm PT | online | Writing Spicy Part 1 online through Wicked Grounds
Saturday, February 28 | 11am-12:30pm PT / 2-3:30pm ET / 7-8:30pm GMT | online | Patreon-exclusive D/s workshop; go over to Patreon to vote on what it should be!
March
Tuesday, March 3 | 6-8pm PT | online | Writing Spicy Part 2 online through Wicked Grounds“‹
Saturday, March 21 | 12-4pm PT | in person in Seattle | Restore: A Communal Spring Ritual for equinox through EroSomatics
Sunday, March 22 | 11-12:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Tuesday, March 23 | 6-8pm PT | online | Beyond Spicy: Writing the Taboo online through Wicked Grounds
Tuesday, March 31 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
April
Tuesday, April 7 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Saturday, April 18 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | Building Blocks of D/s through Patreon
Saturday, April 18 | 1-2:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Monday, April 20 | 6-8pm PT | online | Cock Confidence through She Bop
May
Sunday, May 3 | 12-4pm PT | in person in Seattle | The Desire Body through EroSomatics
Tuesday, May 5 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | D/s Salon through Patreon
Wednesday, May 6 | 6-8pm PT | online | High Protocol for D/s through Wicked Grounds
Saturday, May 9 | 12-4pm PT | Private event in Tacoma, WA | Cock Confidence workshop
Saturday, May 16 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | Spicy Hype Session through Patreon
Tuesday, May 26 | 6-8pm PT | online | The Protocol Game through Wicked Grounds
Call for Submissions: Gender Ever After (Gender-Affirming Sapphic Romance Stories)
NOTE: This anthology is not being put together by me, Sinclair. Contact information for the editor is at the bottom, if you have any questions. Please don’t ask me, because I don’t know!
Original Call for Submissions here!
Call for Submissions: Gender Ever After – Gender-Affirming Sapphic Romance Stories
Editor: S.B. Milne
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Deadline: December 1st, 2025 (earlier submissions welcome and will stand the best chance of acceptance)
Seeking: short stories in US English
Payment: Authors shall receive a one-time payment of FIFTY DOLLARS in US currency within thirty (30) days of the end of the first full royalty period following publication. Authors shall receive ONE copy of the anthology directly from the publisher.
Length: All stories should be between 2,500 and 4,000 words.
THE PITCH
Gender Ever After is a sapphic romance (and erotic-romance) anthology celebrating the full, beautiful spectrum of gender expression and identity. I’m looking for stories that are both gender-positive and sex-positive, offering space for all women—including transgender, nonbinary, genderfluid, genderqueer, two-spirit, agender, demigender, gender non-conforming, and more.
All romantic and erotic pairings (or more) are welcome, exploring love in its many forms, provided the romantic arc remains central and culminates in a satisfying, affirming HEA (or HFN). I’d love to see a mix of couples getting to know one another, those in long-term relationships, those opening up their relationship, or those finding new love after a relationship.
While the anthology is not intended to be political or reactionary, stories that acknowledge real-world challenges—such as transphobia, gender dysphoria, homophobia/biphobia, and social bias—are welcome, so long as those themes are overcome or transformed by the joy of loving connections. I’m looking for stories about hope and love . . . about characters being seen, loved, and celebrated as they are.
Stories, of course, need to be more than a sex scene. I’m looking for complete stories with a beginning, middle, and end, populated by strong characters with passion and genuine emotions. Stories can be in any narrative tense and told from any point of view.
All stories should be new, original, unpublished works. No simultaneous submissions.
I’d love to give equal space to both established voices and rising stars in sapphic fiction, so whether it’s your first story or your hundred-and-first, please don’t be shy. Own voices are certainly encouraged, but not required.
Authors are welcome to submit up to 2 stories, between 2,500 and 4,000 words.
I’m mostly looking for contemporary tales, but historical or futuristic settings are welcome as well, as are fantasy-based stories. Play with gender, play with settings, and play with tropes. Give me something that does something fresh with the familiar. Make me smile and make me swoon.
THE GUIDELINES
All characters in your submitted story must be aged 18 or older. Additionally, stories involving non-con/dub-con or questionable consent, incest, bestiality, necrophilia, scat, or hate speech will be rejected.
Please use standard book publishing formatting:
- Double-space, indent .5-inch paragraphs, and do not skip lines between paragraphs (no HTML formatting)
- US Letter page (8.5×11 inches), 1-inch margins on all sides, 12-point Times New Roman
- Do not use underlines or bold; instead, use italics for any moments of emphasis
- Do not use “Tabs” in the manuscript (set your paragraph format to automatically indent on the first line)
- Use the “Enter” key to start a new paragraph or a new line of dialog (do not use hard returns at the end of a line of text within a paragraph)
- Triple-space scene breaks with # or *** centred in the middle line
- Do not use two spaces after a period
Please include a 50-word bio with your submission.
READY TO SUBMIT
Ready to submit your work? You can do so through this submission form.
Please name your document as follows: StoryTitle_AuthorName
If you encounter any issues or have any questions, please feel free to contact me via email at sb.milne.ca@gmail.com.
I will confirm that I have received your story within two weeks of submission. After that, if you have not heard back from me with an acceptance, rejection, or update by December 31st, feel free to follow up at that time.
You’ll Take Whatever I Can Dish Out
Content: flogger, whip, beating (fists), slapping, face slapping, suffering, skin breaking (brief mention of blood), biting, crying, catharsis, safewording.
They wanted to suffer. That’s what they asked me for.
To scream and cry and resist, to yell no, to beg for me to stop — and to have me keep going.
They have safewords, of course. “Yellow” and “red” and “safeword” will always be universal when I play, regardless of negotiations — if someone says those, I will at the very least pause to check in. But this time, they told me their safeword is “mercy,” and if they start begging for mercy, then they really can’t take anymore.
They asked me to be brutal. Be mean. Be unrelenting. Rain blows down on their body wherever they were exposed. Leave them bruised up, aching, in pain. To attempt to crawl away from me as I kick them with the biggest boots I own. To use my flogger and whip and my fists; to go after my own catharsis, the release in my musculature when I can put the entire torque of my spine, hips, shoulders into a beating. They wanted to show their devotion through suffering, through crying, through letting me give as much as I could.
It starts slow. They are against the wall, elbows braced, legs open. I warm them up with the flogger. It’s the nicest toy I’m planning to use today. After I find my stride, I pick up the pace, pick up the depth of the hits, pour more muscle into it. Whipping it between their legs, deliberately wrapping around to hit their chest. They start grunting with every blow; that’s how I can tell I’m starting to get to the right level of impact.
So I step it up.
They start flinching. Gasping. Curling up on their toes, convulsing their body and shying away from me.
I give them time to recover, sometimes. It’s best if they are relaxed, my aim is more true — but I can feel that edge in me that is ready to tip over and unleash the sadist I keep choked tight. That’s what they’ve asked for.
Just a little more, and they’ll get it.
They start curling up more, closer to the wall, twisting to escape me. I hook my flogger to my belt and start using my fists on their back. Slapping their arms. Pushing their head into the wall as I use my right cross to get my weight behind it. Twisting, torquing from my hips. Sweat starting to bead on my forehead, on my chest.
They don’t like the slapping as much; it stings. They flinch and cringe, making beautiful little “ah” and “ow” and “ouch” and “fuck” noises, little whimpers from their mouth when I pull back and wait.
I lean forward and bite the back of their neck, hard, slowly sink my teeth in. Hoping it’ll leave a bruise, a mark. I work my jaw a little to bite deeper, let up, then bite deeper again. They gasp, arching their back, hitting the wall with their hand, chest shoved into the wall now. Writhing against me, but they have nowhere to go.
I pull back. They whine, breathing hard. I punch into their back again, quick blows, left right left right. Their cheek is against the wall and they absorb every blow, I can feel their body loosen and quiver as they accept the pounding, accept the sensation. They’re getting lost in it now.
So now it’s time.
I get out the whip.
The first blows fall, harsh, like lightning, cracking against their back, leaving stripes. Their wingspan opens, hands open wide, palms against the wall. They start to wail. More blows. They gasp, “No — oh gods, oh gods, I can’t.”
“You can,” I growl in their ear, gripping their hair. Then I hit again. Again. Again.
They slide down the wall. Curl onto the floor, trying to protect themself, but just giving me their back as they wrap their arms around their face. “I can’t — I can’t — ”
“‘I can’t’ is not a safeword, pretty little thing.” I swing. Snap. Again. Crack. They writhe, cry out, wail.
“You need this,” I tell them. “You need to break open and bleed for me.”
“I can’t — please — ”
“Take it. You asked to see me unleash my strength on you. You wanted to cry and scream for me.”
“Please — Sir, please — ”
Crack. Their skin splits on that one and they twist, starting to shake.
“I can’t take it — oh gods, Sir, I can’t take it — ”
“You’ll take whatever I can fucken dish out,” I growl. I trap their legs between mine as I kneel, slapping their face, their head, their hands when they move them to protect themself. Their back, bleeding a little. They’re crying now, tears streaming.
“Oh, Sir — oh gods, please Sir — ”
“That’s what you asked for. That’s what you got.”
“Please, please, mercy Sir, mercy!” they finally wail in a long cry, a long guttural release.
I pause. Still my hands on them, as I hold them with my thighs. Stroke their arms, their hair. They cry, and cry, until there are no more tears, and I wait. Stay close. Wrap around them. Finally, they sniffle, wipe their nose.
“Thank you,” they say quietly, as they turn and reach for me. “Thank you.”
Elust 188 includes my story “Did I Say You Could Touch Me?”
Erotic Non-Fiction
Morgan Destera, After 10 Months
Tantric Sexual Healing, The Alchemy of Touch: Re-Sacralising Sensuality in a Desensitised World through Tantric Praxis
Erotic Fiction
Jerusalem Mortimer, In the Realm of the Sensei: Prologue – 14
Schey Place Books, Interview with the Eroticist
Phoebe Pearl, Teased Desires: A Sissy Cuckold Short Story
B.R.Saiph, Packing For Splash Mocha: A Cuck’s Viewpoint
Sinclair Sexsmith, Did I Say You Could Touch Me?
Liz X, Sip of Shimmering Shadows – Warlock’s Enchanted Desire – Bimbofication Erotica
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Dayna McAlpine, A UK Boomer, Gen X, Millenial and Gen Z Man On Sex In 2025
Riz Ward, Top 20 Couch Sex Positions To Spice Up Your Sex Life
Pleasure Me Now, Wear It, Lick It, Taste It: Delectable Flavors of Edible Underwear
Product Reviews
Oz Bigdownunder, Funzze Strap-On Review
Sex Work
Sex Worker Search, Tryst AMA Ask Me Anything Interview on Reddit
Ulla Burns, The Psychology of the Lost Boy: Why Some Men Need the Mommie Domme to Feel Whole Again
Noa Aliya, How to Treat Noa with Respect and Class
Elvee Payne, Airport Shanan
Sandra, Foot Fetish. Lick Between My Toes
Hellga, Russian Cock. Я обожаю захлёбыватьÑÑ Ñ€ÑƒÑÑким хером
Books and Movies
The History of BDSM, The Marburger list: BDSM in film and television, pre-1975
State of the World
Girl on the Net, Age verification: what’s the harm?
Sex News
Auntie Vice, Top Ethical Sex-Toy Shops
Theo Reads Presents: Writing Spicy Showcase 2024 [Video]
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Theo Reads Presents: Spicy Showcase
Sunday, December 1, 2024
4pm PT / 7pm ET
featuring Tobi Hill-Meyer
hosted by Titus Androgynous
For more information about Writing Spicy, the 6-week online erotica writing group, visit writingspicy.com
Readers:
yves. writing as Yves Darling
ShifuPlay
Vidaliko
Luna Le Cuir
Tobi Hill-Meyer
TJ
Mr Loving Words
Rose Knottyrotica
Lola Rosé
ABOUT THE HOST:
Titus Androgynous (they/them) is a writer from Toronto, Canada. They have a piece published in the anthology Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year, Volume 6, and another two pieces included in erotica anthologies set for publication in 2023. Titus is also a multi-disciplinary performer who works in many genres including burlesque, improv, red-nose clown and Shakespeare. They have been performing nationally and internationally as a drag king since 2013. Follow them @titus.androgynous. Also, for transmasc thirst traps and tips on what to wear to stay cozy in the Toronto weather, follow them @weather.daddy.
ABOUT THE READERS:
Yves Darling is the erotica pen name of yves. (EEVZ-dot), undead author of much queer and Jewish speculative fiction. As yves. they are the author of the short story collection Something’s Not Right and much free short fiction available on their website, including the erotic novelettes “Long Line” and “Band Girls.” Visit their haunt at yvesdotbooks.com.
ShifuPlay is a creative and shibari enthusiast that desires nothing more than to express her undisclosed wishes, wants and words with the world. Shifu is an IT professional and novice social media still graphic creator in her vanilla life and a poet and neophyte erotic short story/novella writer in her spare time. She desires to create and curate quality content that shows diversity by showcasing the beauty and sensuality of African American women and men in kink.
Vidaliko would not have picked up the pen to write for a public audience without a nudge. No, not previous partners telling him that they had found Vidaliko’s diary and had gotten off on reading his accounts of their intimacy. It took a dear friend telling Vidaliko that he could have a future in writing smut. Vidaliko has enjoyed learning from Sinclair Sexsmith and will likely take their Writing Spicy course at least once more to improve his writing for the hallowed halls of A03.
Luna Le Cuir has kept diaries all her life and has been actively involved with the leather community since 2004. In sixth grade, she won a district-wide poetry contest, and she held a bootblack title in 2011, and continues to shine leathers at conferences and leather bars. She explores all kinds of kinky debauchery, from mindfuckery to gentle nurturing, and her velvety voice has captivated all kinds of submissives and dominants. She lives in the pacific northwest.
TOBI HILL-MEYER is an Indigenous Chicana trans woman. She believes creating stories is a critical part of making change, they can give us strength, model paths to success, provide encouragement, and create greater empathy. She is dedicated to community support and fighting for positive change at a local level. Tobi’s work has been in Best Lesbian Erotica, Ask: Building Consent Culture, Trans Bodies Trans Selves, Take Me There, Beyond Binary, Coming Out Like a Porn Star, and Girl Sex 101. She is editor of the Lambda Literary Finalist anthology Nerve Endings: The New Trans Erotic, author of children’s books A Princess of Great Daring and Super Power Baby Shower, and director of the award winning erotic documentary series Doing it Online. tobihillmeyer.com
TJ (they/them) is a biracial brat with a knack for fusing the erotic with the wholesome. They invite viewers into their illustrations: playful vignettes and comics that subvert the heaviness of purity culture and shame. You can find them and more of their work on Instagram @aluminumbrat
Mr Loving Words is a hopeful romantic born out of the depths of longing and tears of the forgotten dream. As a master of metaphor he delights in performing the erotic aural listeners come for. He loves to submit spicy words between clean sheets that leave even the dirtiest minds, hot, wet, and begging for more.
Rose Knottyrotica is a Black, kinky, lesbian erotica writer. She is an academic by day and kinky gardener, cat mom, and crafter by night. Her greatest hope is to make you come and she believes that pleasure is the ultimate celebration of both Black and queer liberation.
Lola Rosé (she/her) is a Black, queer femme storyteller, sensualist, and rope bunny who is currently living and loving in the DMV. Lola writes about Black kink, Black love, and Black sensuality. She was previously published in the Spring 2023 issue of Womanly Magazine. In her spare time, she collects vinyl records, takes care of her plants, practices yoga, gags over fashion, and shares consensual cuddles with her friends and lovers.
For more about Writing Spicy, the 6-week online erotica writing group, visit writingspicy.com
Did I Say You Could Touch Me?
Content: spit, strap ons/prosthetics, desperation, neediness, fucking, D/s
“Stay there,” she says, and she shifts her knees on the bed so she’s straddling my chest. The silky black robe, the only thing she’s wearing, is tied loosely at her waist and falls from her shoulders. She pulls at the tie, pushes it off of her body behind her until it disappears from my view and all I see is her skin and her pussy, pink and swollen already. She whispers her fingers over it just inches from my mouth.
I lick my lips. My mouth is too, too dry.
“Please, may I …” I start.
She pauses. “Yes?”
“Please spit in my mouth,” I say. The lights are low in here but I’m probably blushing, and I already hate that I’m asking and wanting and hard, my dick pulsing.
She smiles, and she does. Slides her body back down toward my hips and grabs my jaw, saying open, then spits, letting it drip onto my waiting tongue. I let it coat the inside of my mouth as well as I can; I don’t swallow. She spits again. My dick twitches and I love the way it feels sliding on my tongue.
I’m needy; I’m too needy. While there’s something delicious about that needy, desperate place, it also makes me want to hide.
“Better?” she asks. I nod and say thank you and don’t swallow and wait. Try to be patient. She moves her body again until her thighs are brushing my cheeks, and I offer my tongue. Wide and flat for her to rub against, until she stays still and I offer long, thick thrusts, into her opening, in between her folds, along the length of her slit. She tastes like salt with a little bit of tang, and a sweetness like something ripe. I want to bite into her like an overripe plum, but I don’t dare use my teeth.
She’s moaning and I’m doing something right. She’s so pretty, gorgeous, and my hips are starting to pump into the air with the need to thrust, and she smells so good. I love the way her hair falls in her face, neck going soft and eyes closing as she concentrates on the pleasure between her legs. Her hips rock a little, forward and back against my mouth, and while I tip my chin up and head back, she still occasionally smothers me with her cunt, covering my nose while my mouth is open, tongue moving. I bend my elbows and bring my hands up to the tops of her thighs, hoping to just get a little more room for my nose, a little more breath.
“Did I say you could touch me?” she smiles as she says it. I try not to whimper. She grabs my right hand and moves it, and I readjust my neck again. I reach with my tongue as deep into her entrance as I can get it and she whispers yes yes yes and gods I love it when she does that, when it’s so clear that’s what she wants, so I stay right there, the muscle of my tongue straining to get deeper as she grinds against me.
She comes while she slides her pussy against my mouth. She uses my cock. She tells me to get up to get a bigger one.
I am so turned on, that as soon as I slide inside her and feel her clench around me, I nearly blow. I hold her ankles and her calves against my chest, suck her toes into my mouth, and when she moans, it sends me over and I spill inside her. She grins and laughs, teasing me. “Did my pretty toes in your mouth make you come? Were you so turned on you couldn’t help it?”
“Yes, Princess.” Still thrusting. Mouth wet and dick throbbing.
“Oh god, just like that, yes, like that,” she moans. “You still have more cum in those balls? Hmm? I need it; you have to empty it into me. Give it all to me. Stuff me full of it.” Again and again; I can’t tell where one orgasm stops and another begins.
Later, she’s on her stomach and I’m sliding into her beautiful pussy again, one finger in her ass, my dick spent and still throbbing, still coming despite being crushed against the base of the cock I’m wearing and desperate for the rumble of a wand vibrator or a mouth or even her fingers. “Your pussy is so beautiful,” I whisper. “I missed this perfect pussy.”
“Say that again,” she says, back arching, thrusting against me and against her own vibrator, trapped between her and the bed.
“I needed this,” I whisper, I moan, I ramble. “I missed your pussy. Your pussy is so perfect. So beautiful. Thank you. Thank you for letting me fuck you. It’s so perfect. I love being inside you.”
She comes on my cock, and I come again from her contractions and pulsing around me. I feel every inch, every squeeze. I hate being this desperate, but I need it, need the release she offers, need the way we fit together.
Technically, this is the 3rd prompt in last year’s Writing Spicy countdown prompts. I’m hoping to finish all of them before we start again in September.
Dee’s Big Daddies Really Are Big: New High Quality XXXL Silicone Toys
Dee’s Big Daddies is a new venture from the folks at Uberrime, which is a favorite silicone maker of mine. Uberrime, in case you don’t already know, makes some of the only triple-density silicone that is available, including Bella (my fave) and Amante, among many other exciting things. They have so many colors of silicone, and you can request custom colors if you have a particular color scheme you’re into. Uberrime also make tentacles and fantasy toys, as well as grinders and front-hole/vaginal plugs, and both Uberrime and Dee’s Big Daddies make beautiful, high quality silicone toys.
Dee’s, as you might suspect from the name, specializes in extra large silicone dildos.
And, yes indeed, they are very, very large.
I like a big toy, but they are kind of for particular situations, at least in my personal sex life. As many of you I’m sure know, if you have ever wandered around a gay boy sex toy shop, butts can generally take WAY more girth and length than vaginas or mouths can — and while I have definitely played with size queens, there’s a particular girth and length where the feminist, sex-positive, queer-positive (or queer-made) silicone creators kinda top out. (Usually it’s around 2″ in diameter and ~10″ insertable, if I was pushed to quote a size.)
So taking on the Big Daddies was something I didn’t want to do alone! Extra thanks to my friends, E & DB, who tried these out with me and who shared lots of their thoughts so I could write this review. Plus, they are queers who are absolute connoisseurs of XXXL silicone, so they have comparisons and feedback that never would have crossed my mind.
We were all really impressed by the quality of silicone and the particular models that Dee’s sent us to review.
DB says: “I really really like big dicks. I’ve probably had over two dozen dicks that are bigger than 2.5″ in diameter, and I’ve probably given away more than half of the big dicks I’ve acquired over time, because they just didn’t do it for me. Dee’s Big Daddies is the first place I would go to buy more big toys.”
In general, E & DB say: “We liked all of them! All the shapes are all more ovoid or triangular than round; they have a ridge on them. Which is unlike Hankey’s Toys XXXL cocks, which has a very round cross section — almost a perfect circle. But in reality, people have pelvic bones! And perfect circles don’t necessarily fit into our holes comfortably. With toys of this size, bone structure is a big deal; sometimes you have to change the orientation of a toy in order to get it to fit right.”
E says: “When you’re on your hands & knees, and I’m fucking you, this ridge is not just helpful to fit in between bones, it is stimulating. The pronounced ridge is firm enough to deliver sensation, but not so firm that it’s a struggle to get in, or tremendously overwhelming in use. And all of Dee’s toys have enough of a taper toward the tip that they’re easier to get started.”
Let’s talk about the toys!
Dee’s Big Daddies sent me four — FOUR — big daddies to review: Diedrich, Duke, Dante, and Duncan. (Thanks!)
I don’t want to give it away or anything, but here’s the most important thing: Duncan has stood out as the clear front runner among those four, and I’m obsessed. I am definitely getting another one in a different color and possibly a different silicone density. (More on Duncan down below.)
Speaking of: Dee’s has many options for colors and silicone density! Including Balls Deep Black, Booty Call Blue, Packing Purple, and five shades of ‘flesh tones’. You can also add on a second AND THIRD color, if you want to, because they do incredible swirls and hombres with their toys that is incredible silicone artistry. You can choose from two densities of platinum silicone:
“Very Soft Shore Density 0030 – similar to a warm gummy”, and “Soft Short Density 0050 – similar to a cool gummy.” All of the toys they sent are 0050, and they’re very nicely squishy while still being plenty firm.
DANTE XL
Specs: 7.5″ insertable length, 6.625″ max circumference at the base.
Dante is skinny and curved, with thick balls. Even though Dee’s sent us their smallest version of the Dante, the XL (and it goes up to XXXL with an insertable length of 9.625″) this one is still so large. Mostly it’s the thick balls at the base that makes it heavy and chunky!
DB says: “I’m not a big fan of balls on dildos; they can be logistically challenging, and they don’t add anything for me. They make it more complex for positioning, weight distribution, and will it stand up or not. But, these are my opinions very much born of a lifetime of solo play in (hotel) bathrooms. Generally, it is nicer to receive when someone is strapped on, because of the angle. I’d love to see more angles on toys, with balls or without!”
DIEDRICH XXXL
Specs: 10″ insertable, 8.75″ max circumference, 2.75-3″ diameter
Diedrich is long with a big head. This is one of the longest that Dee’s sent for us to review.
DB says: “The shape is triangular, like Duke, but more comfortably so. It narrows about a third of the way down and then widens again a bit. Those kinds of differences in diameter, shape, and texture actually feel good to a body. This has a pronounced head, but not aggressively so.”
E says: “Diedrich was the longest one, and really didn’t fit in a cunt. But it’s still great to fuck DB with, and is a great shape.”
DUKE XXL
Specs: 8.75″ insertable, 9.75″ max circ, 3″ diameter
Duke is stubby and thick, and a little bit triangular in its shaping. It goes up to XXXL, which has an insertable length of 9.75″.
After reviewing, DB said: “There’s nothing wrong with it; it’s just a pole of silicone, and lacks anything interesting. The combination of the size and the cross-section is too aggressively triangular, and it was at the edge of what’s comfortable for me. The taper is very fast, and then it doesn’t drop significantly; it’s the same shape of cylinder the whole way. It’d be much nicer without the corpus cavernosum. Duke is my least favorite of these toys, but I would enjoy this more after I used other big toys. Because of the triangular shape it needs warm-up.”
DUNCAN XL
Specs: 8″ insertable length, 7.5″ circumference at the widest
Duncan is wide with a popping head, a little bit curved, and is thicker at the top of the shaft than at the bottom.
Of all the Dee’s toys that E, DB, and I reviewed, Duncan has been the one that stands out the most. The thickness at the top of the shaft is so pleasurable to receive. Personally, my only complaint is that I am particularly fond of cocks with balls, so I wish it had those (but there are some bonus balls from companies like New York Toy Collective that I can sling around it, which I love to do). But plenty of folks prefer cocks not to have balls, so you’re in luck with this one.
E says: “I really like this one. In the descriptions of Duncan, they’re very particular about having this curve, but I don’t really notice the curve at all. Maybe for front holes there is less sensitivity to the curvature?”
DB says: “I really like toys that get wide and then taper toward the middle, or the base, so there’s a stretch feeling coming in and going out. It’s quickly become one of my favorites of all my toys. By my standards, it’s small, and often when I use smaller toys they aren’t very interesting. As someone who usually prefers size over any other factor, I’m surprised that the Duncan is my favorite. But the shape is just fantastic.”
Some Final Thoughts
You might be familiar with Hankey’s Toys — they have been, for years, one of the gold standards in XXXL silicone toys, with lots of different options for shapes, textures, and densities (and lots of toys modeled after porn stars). Hankey’s cocks have a lot of nooks and crannies; sharper divots in and out, which can be a challenge to clean.
While Dee’s silicone quality collects just as much dust and hair as any other silicone, they are generally very smooth — smoother than Hankey’s Toys. This, according to DB & E anyway, means they require less lube to stay slick.
DB says: “I prefer Dee’s Big Daddies to Hankey’s toys on almost every spectrum.”
Extra thank you to Dee’s Big Daddies for sending us four toys to review and check out!
Power and Pleasure: Announcing Monthly D/s & Erotica Writing Workshops for 2025
I’m so excited to invite you to this monthly series of live, interactive workshops designed to support two key areas of your life: your D/s relationships and your erotic writing practice. We alternate each month between two ongoing tracks—one focused on Dominance/submission dynamics, the other on writing bold, explicit, and authentic erotic fiction.
You’ve likely been to a workshop with me in the past, so you know that my workshops are casual, creative, and community-centered. They’re held in a queer-, kink-, and trans-focused space that’s trauma-informed and committed to decentering white supremacy in how we learn and create (and how I facilitate). All experience levels are welcome—whether you’re new, nervous, or experienced and looking for new depth.
(If you haven’t been to a workshop with me, watch for an announcement about the Sugarbutch VIP webinar archive, opening soon exclusively for Patreon subscribers.)
2025 Upcoming Workshop Schedule:
JULY – Enhancing Long Distance D/s
AUG – Fierce Submission: Spicy Publishing 101
SEPT – Daddy 101: Build the Foundation
OCT – How Do I Write the Sex Part Tho?!
NOV – Frameworks for D/s Training
DEC – Get Yourself Off: Spicy Self Publishing 101
Here are details about the two tracks:
🔥 Erotica Writing Track
These sessions are for closet writers, seasoned authors, and anyone reclaiming their sexy voice on the page. You’ll get:
- Writing prompts and technique tips
- Encouragement to get messy and explicit
- Practical info about publishing and sharing your work
- A growing community of fellow smut-loving writers
And, in addition to workshops, you could join us for:
- Regular writing sprints
- Spicy publishing resources
- Marketing support for your published work
🖤 D/s Relationship Track
These workshops are for anyone curious about or already practicing D/s—whether long distance, 24/7, casual, or committed. You’ll walk away with:
- Frameworks and tools to support intentional power exchange
- Strategies for building trust, connection, and roles
- Supportive, shame-free space to ask questions and explore
Coming soon:
- A monthly dominant discussion group (stay tuned!)
To attend: You must be subscribed at the webinar level or higher on Patreon.
Can’t join Patreon? Email me or DM me – sinclair@sugarbutch.net – to talk about alternatives.
I’m so excited to gather with y’all more often, and dive deeper into both erotica writing and D/s topics.
PS: Did you notice that I announced dates for the 2025 Writing Spicy group already? Save the date! The next Writing Spicy: 6 Week Online Erotica Writing Workshop will happen October 5– November 16, 2025. More information or get on the list to be notified when registration opens at www.writingspicy.com
What I Will Call You, Guest Post by Macsen K. Rhaff
Content: Daddy/boy, boot sucking/licking, boot play, kicking, desperation, humiliation play, crawling, cock play, caning, impact, making daddy proud
Boy. That is what I will call you. When you’re on your knees. Mouth full. Spit slippery on silicone. Hands behind your back. Where I told you to keep them. Looking up at me, so I can see how much you want to please me.
Don’t think I can’t see the question in your eyes. You want to know how well you’re doing, don’t you? You’re waiting for me to say it.
Don’t be so cheeky! You need to earn that, boy. Just keep going.
Who knows what else you might earn tonight.
That’s it. Don’t stop.
Grab me with your hand now too, get a good grip there on the base.
Now take me into your throat. That’s it.
I’ll see you getting greedy, that hungry way you start to suck. I will know then how hard your boycock will be getting. I’ll want to keep fucking your face. But I won’t want to spoil you.
That’s enough, boy.
Don’t pout or you won’t be getting anymore, do you understand?
I’ll give you a little kick with my boots, push you away from me, so you fall backwards and have to steady yourself. My boot will push down on your thigh, dig in until your face contorts slightly. You’ll try not to let it show. You’re too proud for that. For wincing. But I’ll see it, in your eyes. I’ll press harder. Test you. Watch you try to hold your face still.
You want to be a good boy? Well, that’s a title you have to earn. Don’t think you can earn it just by sucking Daddy’s cock.
No, you have to work for it.
Look here, at my boot. Take your tongue and lick it, boy. Until it’s clean.
You will do just as I ask. You will take that boy tongue of yours and start licking, shining that leather with your spit, polishing it. You’ll look pathetic, down there on the ground, groveling at Daddy’s boots. Desperate for the chance to earn your place. To earn the chance to be mine.
You missed a spot. Just there. You better clean up your act, boy.
Focus on the task at hand and stop being distracted by your cock getting hard.
Daddy isn’t going to fuck you wearing dirty boots.
You’ll be down on all fours, almost flat on the ground, to reach that little tongue of yours to where it needs to be. I will be tall, towering above you.
When my boots are clean I will let you sit up. Your eyes will be in line with my cock then. I’ll see the greed in you. But don’t think I am going to let that boot-licking tongue on my nice clean cock.
You need to clean your mouth out, boy. Come here, follow me.
You will crawl across the floor behind me. I haven’t given you permission to stand up and walk, and I’ll be pleased that you understand this. In the bathroom, I’ll fill your mouth with soap, while you make little choking sounds.
Oh, don’t be so childish, boy. Stop that complaining. I thought you wanted to prove something to me. Prove how much you can take. Now you’re acting as though you can’t handle a little thing like soap. You better toughen up, if you hope to be my boy.
When your mouth is clean I won’t waste any time. I’ll take the back of your head in my hands, press my dick into your throat, until you’re making those cute little choking sounds again.
This is what you wanted, isn’t it, boy? Yes, I saw you looking at Daddy’s cock. I knew just what you were thinking.
I’ll be getting wet and slick between my thighs. Just watching those lips slide along my silicone shaft, the way you devour it. I’ll be getting hungry myself. Wanting more of you.
Take that dick out of your mouth now, boy.
You will follow me to the bed. Watch me slip that cock out of my harness and choose another one. I will choose a big one this time. A big Daddy dick. Secure it there, clipped in place, straps pulled tight. Order you onto the bed. I will see the look in your eyes then. The way you try to hide your apprehension.
This cock too big for you, boy?
It’s okay to be scared. You don’t need to be ashamed of that. I like your fear. Because I know it’s not going to stop you, is it boy?
You want to make me proud, don’t you?
You’ll gasp of course, as it slides inside you.
Relax, boy. Don’t tense up. Just breathe.
I will push deeper. Let you catch your breath. Push again. I’ll like the way you gasp. I want to hear you make those sounds, so I know how much it hurts. You’ll breathe deep. Push through the pain. Your gasps will become moans. Just like I knew they would. And your hole will be as hungry as your greedy mouth had been.
I’ll be so wet then. And hard.
The words “good boy” will almost form on the tip of my tongue. But no, I won’t spoil you. Besides, I’ll be starting to think you enjoy this too much. Getting lost in your own pleasure, not just doing it for Daddy anymore. I’ll hear your ‘oh fucks’ as I thrust into you.
You’ll beg me of course. You’ll be so hot and ready, your breath too quick and your pulse too loud and you’ll beg me. I won’t say yes. Not straight away.
You’ll start to get greedy, won’t you, if I always say yes?
You need to learn some patience.
Remember whose pleasure you are here to serve.
I’ll feel powerful and strong, with my dick pushing into your whimpering body. Your desperate, groveling body. You will be panting. Gripping the sheets with your fists. Trying to hold back your cries.
I will order you to touch yourself. Make you rub that hard, slippery clit of yours. Your body won’t give you any time for shyness. It will lurch towards your fingers. Voracious. Needy. Involuntary movements, clit against fingers, fingers against clit. Hard. Fast. Matching the quickening pace of your breath.
I love the way you know what you need. The way your body finds its familiar dance in those deft fingers. There will be an intimacy in that well-known story, between you and your body. And I will be the voyeur. Soaking up the sight and smell and skill of you.
I will share my own intimacy, my own story. Filling you with it. With me. With this cock. The one I have fashioned into something real. Dreamt up. Reimagined. Pulsing as though with my own blood and feeling the depths of you through every nerve, every cell, every inch of its hard shaft.
We will both be fighting. To stay afloat. In the relentlessness of movement. Our bodies in battle. One against the other. Me hurling into you. Claiming you, needing more of you. All of you.
I will know what I want and when I want it.
Now. Boy. Now.
You will come for me.
You will give me so much of yourself that I will utter the words you have waited so long to hear.
Good boy.
Oh and how you will open to me then, how you will take me then. Those words will shudder through your body like they can fuck you harder than this big dick I’m thrusting into you. Those words will tip you over the edge. Into someplace you have never been.
I will love the way you let go of all your stoicism, of all that trying to be a big brave boy. Give in to your own body. Let it be whatever it is. And take whatever it needs
Total surrender.
I will have you completely then.
The rawness of you.
After I fuck you, I will hold you. I will let myself be soft for you in that moment. And feel the softness of you. As your body curls into mine. Just a small boy in a Daddy’s arms.
You did so well. You did just what Daddy wanted.
I will stroke you tenderly.
Good boy.
Your body will reach for those words and let them soak into you. Let them fill you up.
I will watch you float back into yourself. Come home.
You will look up at me and I will fall for you in that moment, in the way your eyes give away your pride at pleasing me. I will love how eager you are to make me proud.
Though I will not have forgotten how hard I am. How wet. And how much more I want.
You were a good boy. But I know you have more to prove. So Daddy’s going to give you a chance to show how much you’re willing to take.
This is your chance to earn your place, do you understand?
I will let you choose. You won’t like that, you’ll want Daddy to decide for you. But this is part of the test and you’ll know it. That is why, despite seeming to hesitate, you will already know your choice.
You’ll get to choose from any tool in the room. Floggers, crops, bats, belts. I knew all along that you would choose the cane. It is the one you enjoy the least. So, you know it will please me the most.
I’ll start lightly. My wrist flicking the rattan in quick succession. Tap tap tap. Your skin getting rosy. You will like this part. The sensation. And the anticipation. Tap tap tap, until your ass is the color I want it to be. I’ll run my hand over it, feeling the warmth.
When I’m ready I’ll make you choose again. I will tell you how hard I’ll hit you. You’ll tell me how many you will take. You won’t like me asking you, but you will give me your answer.
Eighteen.
There’s a brave boy.
The first set of six will be fast. I won’t let you recover from the sting of each hit before bringing down the next. The rattan will make the air whistle. You will try and breathe through each one, but they will fall too fast, one after the other. Leaving you breathless.
A quiet reprieve. I will run my fingers along the red welting lines on your ass.
The next six will be as quick as the first, but they will be harder. I will put more of a swing into them. Like I want to break you, just a little.
When you catch your breath again I will speak to you.
Now boy, this last six. They will be slow and steady. I want you to feel each one. Let the pain sink in.
You are going to count them for me. Nice loud voice. No mumbling, it won’t count as a hit if I can’t hear you.
And let me be clear about this, boy. You are only to count the hits that are hard enough. Do you understand?
I’ll make the first strike heavy enough to see you winch with the shock of it. But you won’t make a sound. No number. Cheeky, I will mock. But I will be pleased. Understanding what your silence means.
I gave you an opportunity to prove yourself, to tell me how hard you will take it.
Now I will accept your invitation.
I will let the strength of my arm carry the cane into flesh. One. It will please me, the way you breathe to take the pain. Two. Each flinch of your body making my cock grow harder. Three.
I will leave my mark on you.
If you want to be my boy, first I must claim you. The bite of the cane will take your flesh and make it mine.
Four.
The sweet crimson red of your blood will break the surface of your fragile skin.
I will feel the thrill of it run through my body. Through my cock. And I will know what I want. What I need.
Five.
Last one, boy. I hope you are ready.
Six.
Your body will slump involuntarily as you let out a sigh.
I will walk away. Sit in my armchair and order you to me. Watch you crawl across the floor, ass raw and bleeding, to kneel before me.
You were a brave boy.
I will pat your head as you lean into the praise.
Because you were so good for me, I am going to give you a special treat.
Oh, what’s that skeptical look for? Are you afraid? I’m not going to hurt you, boy.
It’s a special treat, just for you. One that I don’t give to all the boys, so you should know how lucky you are.
I will reach out and take something from the table beside my armchair. It will be a harness. With a special cock, just for you. I’ll see the surprise in your eyes.
Now, I don’t want you getting all cocky, boy, just because Daddy lets you wear a cock, you understand?
Don’t you forget who’s in charge now.
I’ll grip my fist around your throat for effect, make sure you know how much I mean it. Then I’ll pass your new dick to you and order you to put it on. You will look so cute with it.
Go lay on the bed.
You’ll be beneath me, as l lean down and rub that cock of yours up and down, pressing the base into you. Lubing it up. I’ll let you watch. A special treat. Let you see how hard it gets. Let you see Daddy above you. Lowering himself onto you.
I will take you into me. Slowly. Little by little. Feeling every part of that dick of yours making its way deeper and deeper. Until I am full. Pressed against you. I’ll feel you rise a little to push up into me.
Stay still boy.
I’ll force your wrists down into the bed. Stop you moving. Make sure you know who’s in control. My grip will be so hard that your wrists hurt as I rock myself on your cock and moan. You will moan too, but I will tell you to shut up. Be quiet.
You like that boy? You like it when Daddy fucks your little cock like this?
I will tell you when to stay still and when to move. I will tell you when to push your hips up, so that I can feel your cock driving into me. When to thrust long and slow. When to thrust short and fast.
Good boy.
I will want this so much, to be full of you. So that when the wave of dysphoria rises up, as it does, I will let it wash over me and let it pass. But I will not stop fucking myself on your hard little boycock. I will just keep on riding you. Push down harder against your wrists. Growl into your ear.
I’m going to fuck your little cock until it hurts you, boy.
Oh. Fuck.
And then another wave will rise in me. The one I want to give myself over to. I will let it take me. My body will be lost in that moment, turning into nothing but this urge. Nothing but flesh and muscles and sweat and breath. Grinding, pushing, pulling, against your body.
Fuck me. Come on, boy. This is your chance to make me proud. Fuck me, as hard as you can.
You’ll forget, then, about the sting of open wounds, bloody ass thrashing against the mattress.
Oh. Fuck. That’s. It. That’s. It. Boy.
And I will have no vision then, so I won’t see the way you watch me. But you will, won’t you? You’ll watch the way Daddy comes on your cock. Listen to my cries while you keep on thrusting.
Fuck.
Until I collapse onto you. Let you take the weight of my spent body.
You will know then. How you have pleased me.
I will stroke your sweaty hair. Tell you what a sweet boy you are. What a good boy you are.
You will be grateful for the special treat.
Afterwards you will clean up my toys and pack them away, just the way I like. Everything has its place and you will have taken care to remember. When the job is done, I will order you to me. You will crawl to where I sit, waiting, in my armchair.
Come closer. Turn around. Sit here.
I will point to the floor. To that place right beside my boots.
You will do as I say. Trying not to let me see the glow of pride. You will know that it’s not just any boy who gets this place.
You did so well. Cleaning Daddy’s boots, taking his big dick, and his nasty cane on that bare little ass, fucking him just right, doing everything you were told to do. Didn’t you?
Sit up straight. You’re going to be my boy now, do you understand? So, you need to act like it. Hold your head up.
So everyone can see how proud you are to belong to your Daddy.
My boy. That’s what I call you. When you are sitting on the floor, where you have earnt your right to be.
Earnt your place.
Here.
Right by Daddy’s feet.
8 Ways To Support Sugarbutch & Sinclair (Please)
In advance: Thank you! However you are already supporting me, even if you are just a reader, it means so much and makes a difference to my little corner of the internet.
Sugarbutch started in 2006, which makes it 19 years old (!!) as of April 2025, and it has never made me a full-time income, or even been above the poverty line. I’ve been privileged to have had other gigs, jobs, and partners who have supported me in writing and “being a content creator” or even “influencer” (as this writing-on-the-internet ‘job’ is kinda now called).
Since 2022, I’ve had some major life restructuring. I’m now divorced from my partner of 11 years, and I am very financially unstable. I don’t have a job or other steady income right now, aside from Sugarbutch’s writing, coaching, & teaching (though I am looking for a full-time job).
So, if you happen to find yourself with some extra time or cash, and are willing to throw some my way, I would humbly accept and gratefully appreciate it.
Here’s a bunch of ideas about ways you can support me — with widely varying time and money costs.
Any amount of support makes a difference. Thank you for reading, and for supporting in whatever ways feel good for you.
Like & Subscribe & Follow
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(Though it might contribute to digital clutter, so follow wisely.)
Follow me on my social media platforms — and please, repost and tag me! I can’t pay the bills with ‘exposure,’ but exposure still helps find new followers, new readers, and new clients and connections.
And subscribe to the Sugarbutch mailing list, if you don’t already!
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Review My Books
Cost to you: Free!
(Though you kinda have to have access to the books in order to review them, which means either borrowing them or buying them. Contact me directly if you’re broke and want to read & review them, I have some review copies. Some libraries do carry them!)
Reviews make a big difference when it comes to book sales! Writing even a couple sentences about what you thought of a book on Amazon, Goodreads, Smashwords, or any of your favorite book sites can make an impact.
Reviewing them on your own website or mentioning them on social media helps, too! Please share the links, share your thoughts about them, and encourage others to read (and buy) them.
Buy My Books & Other Fun Goodies
Cost to you: $5 to $lots
Kinda hard to review those books if you don’t have one yet! Or, maybe you have all of them already — perhaps you need back-up copies so you can loan them to your filthy friends? Or perhaps your filthy friends who need copies of their own?
Here’s where you can get all my books:
You can also buy copies of the Protocol Game cards! This is a little system to do some experimenting with protocol. If you’re wanting to start having protocol in a D/s dynamic, shake up your protocol, or step up your protocol, these can be a good tool for that.
(There is some writing about the Protocol Game and how it works on Sugarbutch, if you want more info; or you can work with me 1:1 if you want some support. More on that below.)
Become a Patron
Cost to you: $5 to $100+ monthly
You’ve probably seen other creators talk about how Patreon was a game-changer for their work — it has been for me! I joined in 2014 and have done a lot of different things through Patreon over the years, exploring what the best way is to engage and give you all some behind-the-scenes looks at what I do.
Having steady income on Patreon has been huge. The amount on there now, though, is less than half of what it was in 2022, and that is the primary income I’ve been relying on. If you have $5, $10, $50, $1 a month that you can spare toward supporting me, it’d make a huge difference — it adds up quick.
If you sign up for the Patreon, you can:
- Access the password — Sugarbutch has a variety of archives that are now password-protected, including erotic stories, personal journal entries, and things that just aren’t for the general internet’s consumption
- Access to the VIP webinar archive — which includes dozens of recordings of workshops!
- Read the personal, private stuff — I don’t publish much of the very personal writings anymore, but I share more with the patrons
- Attend live exclusive workshops — I haven’t scheduled these for 2025 yet, but I’m debating. TBA.
… Among other things! I also post discounts for workshops, have done giveaways, post writings that I publish on sites other than Sugarbutch, and all kinds of miscellany.
Come To A Workshop With Me
Cost to you: $20ish to $200+
I’m teaching online quite a bit, through Wicked Grounds and through a few other places, and I’ll be at a couple of kink conferences and teaching in person in 2025. Here’s my 2025 calendar — keep an eye out for topics you are particularly excited about, and let me know if you have requests.
You can also book me for a workshop, lecture, or event. I can come talk to your small group, college, professional development program, or more. Email me for more info.
Oh, and you know I have this online D/s course that you can do on your own (or with my guidance, if you want some extra support), right?
Meet With Me One-on-One
Cost to you: Usually $150/hour, sometimes sliding scale is available
I primarily focus my coaching around D/s relationships, and on erotica writing, but I’ve worked with people on all sorts of subjects — from transitioning and gender euphoria to opening up a relationship and polyamory to grief rituals and ending a D/s dynamic to becoming a Daddy.
If your cash is flowing, please consider donating
Cost to you: Whatever you can afford
Last, but not least: If you are finding yourself with some extra cash, you can send me some money directly. Five bucks, fifty, five hundred — anything makes a difference.
You can Venmo me directly at @wild-delight.
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If you’ve sent friends, lovers, or group chats links to my work, if you’ve read stories out loud with your partner(s), please share this, too, and ask your friends to support me in whatever way they can. I want to keep writing and sharing it with you.
Sinclair’s 2025 Calendar
Here’s where I’ll be and what I’ll be teaching — online & in person — in 2025!
This page will be updated as things are added.
Updated: December 2, 2025
December
Tuesday, December 16 | 6-7:30pm PT | Get Yourself Off: Spicy Self Publishing 101, online through Patreon
Saturday, December 20 | 2-4pm | Enhancing Long Distance D/s | in person in Seattle through Pan Eros | Fetlife
Tuesday, December 23 | 6-8pm PT | Your Year in Kink online through Wicked Grounds
January 2026
Note: Patreon workshops in 2026 are in progress; I will be checking in with y’all about what day of the week / time is preferred. Keep an eye out for a poll!
Tuesday, January 27, 2026 | 6-8pm PT | High Protocol for D/s online through Wicked Grounds
February 2026
Friday, February 13th | 4:30-6pm PT / 7:30-9pm EST | online | Valentine’s Day Erotica Reading through Charis Books (details TBA)
Tuesday, February 24 | 6-8pm PT | Writing Spicy Part 1 online through Wicked Grounds
March 2026
Tuesday, March 3 | 6-8pm PT | Writing Spicy Part 2 online through Wicked Grounds
Tuesday, March 10, 2026 | 6-8pm PT | online | Cock Confidence through She Bop (details TBA)
Tuesday, March 23 | 6-8pm PT | Beyond Spicy: Writing the Taboo online through Wicked Grounds
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Previously in 2025
January
January 11, 18, 25 | 4-6pm | Writing Spicy at Charlie’s Bookstore, in person in Seattle
January, 2025 | date TBA | Daddy 101 through Wicked Grounds
February
February 6 + 13, 2025 | 6-8pm PT | Writing Spicy through Wicked Grounds
March
March 20, 2025 | 7-9pm | The Art of Ownership through Wicked Grounds
April
Sunday, April 13, 2025 | 1:30-4pm | online | Murmurations: An Echobird Press Spoken Word Event | pre-recorded & available for 48 hours | tickets
Monday, April 22, 2025 | 6-8pm | Daddy 101 through Wicked Grounds
Tuesday, April 29, 2025 | 7pm | in person | Conversation with Sam Cat on their book Polyamory Advice You Won’t Get From Your Monogamous Friends & a book release party at Charlie’s Queer Books in Seattle, WA
May
May 1-4, 2025 | in person | Northwest Leather Celebration in Sacramento, CA
May 10, 2025 | 7pm PT | in person | Conversation with Sam Cat, author of “Polyamorous Advice You Won’t Get From Your Monogamous Friends,” at Charlie’s Queer Books in Seattle, WA
May 27, 2025 | 7-9pm | Cock Confidence through Wicked Grounds
June
Tuesday, June 16 & June 27, 2025 | 7-9pm PT | Writing Spicy 1 & 2 through Wicked Grounds
Wednesday, June 18 | 6-7:30pm PT | How Do I Write the Sex Part Tho? online through Patreon
June 24-30, 2025 | Dark Odyssey: Fusion near Baltimore, MD
July
Tuesday, July 15 | 6-7:30pm PT | Enhancing Long Distance D/s online through Patreon
Tuesday, July 22 | 6-8pm PT | High Protocol For D/s online through Wicked Grounds
August
Tuesday, August 19 | 6-7:30pm PT | Fierce Submission: Spicy Publishing 101 online through Patreon
Tuesday, August 26 | 6-8pm PT | Cock Confidence online through Wicked Grounds
September
Saturday, September 6 | 11:30-4pm | Building Blocks of D/s Intensive | In person in Seattle through Pan Eros | Fetlife
Sunday, September 14 | 4-5pm PT | Heat On The Page: Write Erotica With Confidence free panel discussion | RSVP on Zoom | details on writingspicy.com
Tuesday, September 16 | 5-6:30pm PT | “If You Ever” Virtual Launch Party (Free)
Tuesday, September 16 | 6-7:30pm PT | Daddy 101: Building the Foundation online through Patreon
Tuesday, September 23 + 30 | 6-8pm PT | Writing Spicy 2-part workshop online through Wicked Grounds
October
Saturday, October 11 | 12:30-2:30pm PT | online | The Vulnerable Dominant through The Stockroom
Tuesday, October 21 | 6-7:30pm PT | But How Do I Write the Sex Part Tho!?, online through Patreon
Saturday, October 25 | 2-4pm | Enhancing Long Distance D/s | in person in Seattle through Pan Eros | Fetlife — POSTPONED
Tuesday, October 28 | 6-8pm PT | Beyond Spicy: Writing the Taboo online through Wicked Grounds
November
Saturday, November 1 | 12-2pm | The Protocol Game | In person in Seattle through Pan Eros | Fetlife
November, 2025 | Leather Reign conference | in person in Seattle
Tuesday, November 18 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Frameworks for D/s Training, through Patreon
Tuesday, November 25 | 6-8pm PT | Daddy 101: Build the Foundation online through Wicked Grounds
You’ll Get What’s Coming
I wrench her other arm behind her back and hold her wrists together. “It only hurts because you’re struggling,” I growl.
“Fuck you,” she snaps, thrashing her head and nearly knocking my nose with the back of her skull. “You … you monster!”
I shake my head. “It could just be so much easier for you,” I say, as I buckle the cuffs on her wrists.
She chuckles. “What makes you think I want it easy?” She’s so self-satisfied with that comment. I can hear the grin in her voice.
Fucken brat. Fine; we’ll play it that way then.
She stands in her fancy high heels and the shortest jean shorts, the ones that show her ass. Her legs look so long and strong and the muscles in her thighs flex as she balances while she pulls against the cuffs, trying to test if she can get out of them. The blindfold has her long hair tangled and messy.
I flick open the knife right next to her ear, and she jumps.
I fist her thin tee shirt and slide the blade through it enough to start the rip, and then use both hands to tear it the rest of the way. She gasps. I pull it down her arms and wrap it around her elbows, an additional piece of bondage.
“Ow, ow,” she whines, twisting. I can see that the cuffs are getting caught at awkward angles.
I grip her hair. “You’re doing that to yourself,” I say, low, my mouth next to her ear. “You could just relax. Let it happen.”
She melts a little at that, and then stiffens. “Fuck you!” she says again. I circle her, predatory, letting her feel my breath on her neck, letting her feel the warmth of my body near hers but not touching. She keeps wriggling in the cuffs, but a little less dramatically.
In a swift move, I grip the back of her neck, bend her over the bed, and shove my hips against her ass, letting her feel the ten inches I’d packed in her honor, because she is such a size queen. She curves her spine and presses back into me. I grip her hip bones and pull her back into me, grinding against her as I unbutton her jean shorts and push them down her thighs, along with her tight pink colored femme-athlete style thong. I leave them both on her thighs, and push her feet apart with my boots, so far that her legs pull her clothes taut. Another bit of bondage, at least for now — as long as it doesn’t get in the way of what I want.
She is cheek-down on the bed, almost slurring, as she says, “What are you going to do?”
I grin. “Whatever I want, I think.” I unbutton my jeans, unzip.
“Fuck,” she says, arching her hips again, and then seems to remember herself and starts trying to roll over, close her legs, get away from my hands.
I grin, almost chuckling. My thick thighs are between hers and with one hand soft on her back, she can’t go anywhere. She knows it. “I don’t think so.”
She goes still and quiet as she tries to assess where I am and what I’m doing. I slide my hand over her pussy, my fingertips brushing the fine hairs and delicate skin.
Teasing. Petting. Sweetly, sweetly, sweetly.
She’s still, like she’s forgotten that she was struggling and is now leaning in to the barest of touches that I’m offering.
Turns out, she wants it. I figured she did — or would, after I played with her for a minute.
“See that?” I ask, low and soft in her ear. “See what happens when you behave yourself? Isn’t that better?”
I push her shorts and panties both further down her thighs, leaving them tangled at her knees. She tries to move them further down, pushing her legs together even as she arches her back and offers her pussy to me even more. I stop her. “Leave them,” I say.
She throws me a sneer over her shoulder that combined “you can’t make me” and “I’ll do whatever *I* want,” but I slide a finger over the slick that is gathering at her entrance and her eyes roll back, just a little, and she shivers, then moans.
I shift my hips and fist my cock so that the head is up against her pussy, getting silky with her wetness, rubbing against her swollen lips and clit. She’s so open and wet that it slides in, just a little, when I get lined up right against her opening. I pause before going any deeper and breathe, just feel it, that pause moment, almost like the eye of the hurricane: she’s going to thrash around again before she gives in, I know she will. But for right now, I’m on the precipice of thrusting, and she’s arched and taut and holding her breath, and I want this moment to last and last.
“Oh god,” she moans into the dark blue blanket, letting her weight settle, rising up on her tiptoes. I can feel her pulsing around the head of my cock.
I grip both her hips and start pressing in, slow.
I feel her grip tight and pull away. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she spits over her shoulder, her pupils dilated with lust, grinning and eager to play. Trying to hold on to some sense of … what? Brattiness? Autonomy? Choice? I know she wants this; she knows she wants this. We both know this is a game we play to get even more of what we both crave, of what we both think about late at night in our beds alone.
I chuckle. That low laugh that is part amusement and part cruel sadism. “Oh, sweet little toy,” I say, wrapping my hands in her hair and pulling. “I dare.” And I push in — I have to push, really push, against the resistance in her muscles, and she’s strong, tight, and forcing my way in takes more potency than I expect, but it works, and when the head slides past the first ring of tight muscles it effortlessly glissades in. Faster than I’d planned to, one hand gripping her hips, the other in her hair, all the way until there is just no way to get any deeper.
She starts thrashing, twisting. “Ow, fuck! That fucken hurts.”
“Like I told you,” I say, my mouth close to her ear as I pull my hips back and start slowly, slowly, thrusting back in. “It only hurts because you’re struggling, poor little toy. If you just relax and open up for me, it’d feel a lot better.” And I pull out, and thrust in again. I’m trying to make this slow and torturous for her, but really I’m just torturing myself at this point.
She almost laughs. “What if I like it more when it hurts?” Her voice is dripping with lust and her cunt is so open, her lips are swollen and she’s pushing back against me, grinding her hips and ass even deeper into my cock.
“Then, I suppose,” I say, still thrusting, picking up speed, the orgasm building in my dick, a growl deep in my chest coming out. “You’d be a filthy slut who’s going to get what’s coming to her.”
“Fuck,” she says. And then, “fuck” again, and her breathing is getting ragged, and her cunt clenches so tight around me, and I can tell she’s going to come soon.
“Go ahead,” I say. “Come on my cock. Tell me how much you like it when it hurts. Struggle for me. Do your best.”
Elust 178 includes my story “Don’t Swallow”
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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Musings of a Switch, Porn thoughts
Tantric Sexual Healing, Sacred Sex: A Path to Deep Connection and Spiritual Awakening
The Disorderly House, How to Fuck Yourself, An Ultimate Sexual Self Intimacy Guide
Betty’s Toy Box, Experience Your Ultimate Pleasure: 10 Types of Orgasm for You to Try
Erotic Non Fiction
Kristina J, Manners Matter: Why Being Polite is Sexy (and Non-Negotiable, Even for Sex Workers)
Awakening Your Inner Essence, Exploring The Full Body Orgasm: A Personal Journey as a Tantric Practitioner
Little Red Spanking, The Lover’s Spat: A Paddle Story
Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish
Pain as Pleasure, Building A Role Play– Chat GPT and the end (or beginning) of everything
Erotic Fiction
Jerusalem Mortimer, In the Realm of the Sensei Prologue-3
Sugarbutch, Don’t Swallow
Jasmine Gold, A Nun’s Humiliation
Product Reviews
Buzzing Babe, The Best Male Vibrators for Pleasure You Didn’t Know Existed (2024)
Liz X, Powerful Pleasure: Kiiroo’s Duo Powerblow FeelPocket Stroker
Sex Work
Hellga, One Overnight in Paris. Fly Me to You
Miss Kim Rub, Top Five BDSM Practices
Sex Worker Search, How to Send a Takedown Request to an Escort Directory
Femina Viva, How to Set Your Price (or not) as a Sex Worker
Sandra, Flogging, DP and Two Pearl Necklaces. A Duo with Oz
Nuit d’Or, Self-care For Dominants
Oz Bigdownunder, I Fucked Her Sissy Tits Off. A Duo with Lady Ava Sheridon and Her Sissy Slave
Books and Movies
History of BDSM, Strangeland (1998): The Celluloid Dungeon
Poetry
Simone Francis, Watch Me
Beg For It: A Collaborative Quickie Guest Post by Writing Spicy authors
collaboration between Juneboi, Jezebel Jett, Lucy Rose, Sinclair Sexsmith, Sixten Black, & SJ
Content warnings: previously negotiated power dynamics, D/s, daddy/boy, penetration, begging, blow job, rough sex, gagging, trans butch characters
“It’s truly not my fault you turn me on,” Daddy says, inching toward the boy. He pulls at their shirt. “Now … what are you gonna do about it?”
They bite their lower lip and can’t look him in the eyes anymore, shrinking a little as their daddy squares his shoulders and broadens his chest. They can’t stop looking at his package, pressing against the fly of his jeans. Their hands twitch at the thought of unzipping, unwrapping, touching, tasting.
“You’re very quiet there, boy,” he began, noticing them gazing hungrily at his crotch. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” They blushed hard and licked their lips, thinking of all the things they wanted their tongue to be doing.
They’re suddenly aware of just how empty their mouth is and how hungry they are, hungry for the praise that will fall from Daddy’s lips when they finally sink to their knees, hungry for cruel words spat out from between gritted teeth.
“Your silent hunger isn’t going to get you fed.” He says reaching down pulling at their hair, eyes growing darker, “Say it.”
They look up at him asking in their eyes, then the words tumble from their lips like soft marbles, “I need your cock, Daddy.” That last word falls off their tongue like it stepped off a cliff, falling into Daddy’s rabid gaze like a vortex of clouded lust and fog.
Daddy smiles ferociously. His grip tightens, lifting them so they can focus on nothing but him. Nothing but Daddy’s cock pressing against their belly. His silence is menacing. The boy pools between their legs. “You think it would be that easy?” He shoves them lower. “Beg for it.”
They focus on Daddy’s mouth, the shape of Daddy’s cock in his jeans, their big, rough hands. They let the desire build in their pelvis like a magma pool in a volcanic crater — but not to erupt, no. That’s not their job. Their job is to be an open space, a sheath for a sword, a vacant thing that Daddy can empty into. To be a thing to use. To be a thing that needs it, even more than Daddy needs to take, to ravage, to destroy, to be an unforgivable monster.
“Please,” they start, their mouth dry. “The only thing I need is your cock. In my mouth. I can’t remember ever needing anything else. I want it. Please, I’m so hungry. I’m so needy. I’ll never need to eat again, if I can just have a taste. Please.”
They looked so fucking sweet as they said it. Desperate eyes. Pouting lip. Daddy’s cock jerked at the sight. He hoped they saw it.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” they smirked. Daddy’s hand balled in their hair and held them firm as he unzipped his jeans. The tick tick tickof the zip made the boy hold their breath.
At last, Daddy freed his cock from his straining jeans.
“Tongue out and eyes closed,” he commanded.
Their mouth fell open and eyes closed before the lull of their pulse could sprawl into its dub. The water of them rushing to meet the edge of their tongue. Breath caught in anticipation in the wonder that maybe they could get what they wanted.
Daddy looked down; the hollow of their cheeks as they sucked was so fucking tantalizing. The nerves that connected their cock to their belly to the broken metronome of their chest cried out as they stared down at those sweet eyes. That waiting vacancy of their mouth ready for the cave in, ready for the back of their throat to be raw and their jaw as sore as the ache that told them to shove it down deep, hear that praise in their whimpers that sounded like a staccato prayer only god could hear.
Daddy knew that he should finally, finally reward them, for he himself was aching to be entranced by that tongue, the one that fell so beautifully from their sweet baby boy’s mouth, so warm, and so willing. The boy’s eyes glistened, so wet and their mouth so wide as if he was already thrusting inside them.
“Please …” The boy’s voice only a whisper, before Daddy pressed his cock deeper, deeper; past the boy’s mouth, a tender pressure at the back of their throat, a soft little gag that sounded like sweet music to Daddy’s ear. He forced himself even further. Again and again, slamming into that wet cavern and the noises themselves overwhelmed him.
“Is this what you finally want? To be used by Daddy?” He only felt the movement of their mouth. A yes, of course, it was a yes. This was what they waited for.
Show Me How Bad You Want Me
Content: boot worship, boot play, boot fucking, boot licking, dirty talk, wetness, sir/girl, teasing, begging
“Show me,” I say. I look down at her and hold eye contact. She doesn’t look away.
She swallows. “Show you … what, Sir?”
“Show me,” I say again, nudging her cunt with my boot. She’s straddling it, my right boot, the tall knee-high Wescos I got out just for this occasion. Pressing her wet pussy into the leather. “How wet you are.”
She whimpers a little. Both her hands are holding my calf, and she’s on her knees. Her short purple skirt pools around her and I can see her thick thighs, striped red with cane marks that will hopefully be darker tomorrow. Her chest is bare; her little tank top with the thin criss-cross straps is on the floor somewhere, and her tits are so perfect, the curve of them, the shape, the swell, and her pretty hard nipples make my mouth water. She’s already been rocking her hips to rub her clit against the steel toe of my boot, but she shifts her weight into her legs more and starts making bigger movements.
I can feel when she gets just the right spot so her lips open and her wetness slicks my boot; now she glides back and forth even easier. Fuck.
“That’s good. Mmm, very nice. You were already grinding against me, but now it’s so, so wet. Are you dripping for me, dirty girl?”
She whimpers again. “Mm hmm,” she half moans, her eyes closed.
I reach down and grip her hair, and touch my lips to her ear, as I say, “Such a slut, to move your hips like that. Such a slut, to polish my boot with your pussy.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
“Show me,” I say, using my fist in her hair to move her on my boot, angling the toe of my boot up so she can use the curve of it however it feels good. “How bad you want me.”
She cries out a little, thrusts against me in a way that feels like my toe cap is right at her opening.
“Show me how you want that wet cunt fucked,” I growl. She thrusts again. “Show me how you want my cock.”
“Oh, god,” she moans. “I want it, I want your cock, Sir, please can I have your cock.”
“Yeah? You want it?” I thrust my boot between her legs harder, hold her tight by her hair.
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, please fuck me, please I want it,” she begs, as she rocks against me and moans.
“Is your pussy so empty?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Is your throat so hungry?”
She swallows. “Yes, yes, fuck.”
“What do you want inside you, slut?”
“Your cock, Sir, please, please, your cock,” she grips at my calf in the tall boot and grinds with everything she can.
“Did you polish my boot nice and pretty with your wet cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.” She’s quieter, this time; a little embarrassed about how wet she gets.
“Let’s see,” I say, and pull her hair, encouraging her up. She moans a little in protest, but shifts and stands. There’s a dark, wet spot on my boot where she was riding it, even a couple of drips down the side. A growl starts somewhere low in my pelvis.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I say, in that rumbling voice that I barely recognize, dripping with lust and drive. I pull her to me and kiss her. “That’s so good, for such a messy slut.” She whimpers against my mouth, tongue and lips swollen, slick.
“Now,” I say, holding her for just another few beats in my arms. “Go clean up the mess you made.”
“Oh, god,” she says. I kiss her again, then push her head down toward my boot. She goes down to the floor, all the way on her belly, and starts to lick.
Don’t Swallow
Content: butch/femme, blow job, spit play, cum play, rough, praise kink, ‘good girl’, masturbation, penetration (mouth), praise, strap-on
Red comes over after work, after the gym, and wants to shower before we play. When she walks in, she’s already talking a bit frantically, some nervous/anxious energy filling up the hall, and I just smile and wait, a pillar of calm, a quiet presence as she sits and takes off her sneakers.
Finally, she pauses for breath. “Um,” she says. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I say. I take a step toward her and stand between her legs. She looks up at me. I put my hands in her hair and lean down to kiss her, and I feel her shoulders move down half an inch as she exhales. Her lips are soft and she parts them to let my tongue in, and her mouth is soft. My dick clenches and thickens when she touches her tongue to mine. I grip her hair a little harder and she lets out a little squeak of surprise, delight, maybe just a pinch of pain.
I twist my fingers in her hair to grab a handful, and with the other hand, I unbutton and unzip my jeans. “I can’t wait,” I growl. “Well. I can. But I don’t want to.”
“You shouldn’t wait,” she breathes, eyelids lowered, watching my hand as I take my cock out. She looks up at me, her lips parted, waiting, her chest moving up and down with her shallow breaths.
I take a condom out of my back pocket and slide it down the shaft. I have a rule: I always have a condom in my pocket if I am hard packing. The cock is clean, and this is the one I usually use with her and only her, but we’re still using barriers.
I move my hand out of her hair and to her jaw, tipping her head up as I run the head of my cock against her lips. She goes to open her mouth around it further and I hold her still, shake my head. She blinks, and understands, stilling herself, letting me rub the ridge against her mouth.
“Good,” I murmur. “Open.” She swallows first, and then opens her mouth wider. “More. Stick out your tongue.” She does. Her pretty pink tongue is wet. I slide the underside of my cock against her tongue, let her feel the ridge of the corona. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed, a light purr in the back of her throat and around my cock as I start sliding it in deeper. I circle her mouth with it inside, I touch the tip of it to her pretty lips. I hold her head just where I want it, my grip on her jaw sometimes loose and sometimes urgent, demanding.
I slide my thumb into her mouth while I still have a grip on her jaw, and start sliding it in and out, along with my cock. “Close your mouth,” I say, low. “Suck.”
Red does. She moans again. I can feel her throat working. “Don’t swallow,” I say, and a little shiver goes through her at that.
She hates being messy.
She loves being forced to be messy.
I feel drool starting to pool in my palm under her chin. She increases the pressure against my cock and I feel it rub in just the right places, fuck, am I turned on enough to come like this? I don’t often, but I might. Might just come right down her throat.
“Touch your pussy,” I order, my thumb no longer in her mouth, my cock getting deeper, my hips starting to find a rhythm with her tongue and her sucking mouth and her throat. I can feel the thrusting building in my pelvis and I want more, but I’m going to warm her up.
She slides her hand down into her yoga pants and starts moving it. “Don’t come,” I say. Not that she probably would, she mostly needs a vibrator to get off. But I may as well make it clear. And I may as well get her even more worked up — and ready to get fucked — while she has me in her mouth.
I have so many plans for her tonight; this is just the beginning.
“Beautiful girl,” I murmur, stroking her hair, holding her cheek, my eyes spilling over with lust. “I’m going to show you what that throat is for. You’re going to double tap if you need to pause. Remember?”
She nods, her mouth full, looking up at me. Her lips are so pink and puffy around me. I’m about halfway into her mouth and it’s already almost too much, but I want to feel it all the way in. I really might come like this; I can feel it building. I want to feel my balls pound against her chin. I want to hold the back of her head against me while I pulse and shoot and she gags. Just the idea makes my dick swell even more, and I rub against the base of the cock at a really good angle.
“Good,” I say, and pull out. Red breathes in deep. I graze my hand along her chin and am delighted to come away with long strings of spit and drool. I wipe it on her chest and she makes a low little sound, a moan of pleasure mixed with a bit of shyness and a hint of disgust, but her eyes are getting glassy and I know she likes it. “Good.”
I nod a little, raising my eyebrows — a question for her, seeing if she’s ready. She nods back, a very slight move, and licks her lips, dropping her eyes back to my cock, readying her mouth.
I slide it in again, further this time, but still not all the way. Pull out. Slide again, a little faster in and out, in and out, oh fuck it feels good to shove into her throat like this, even if it’s not that deep, the urgency is starting to build in me and the pressure feels so good. I press deeper and she opens her throat, I can feel it with my hand on her neck, and I move my hand to the back of her head to press her just a little further. Then pull back.
“Good,” I say again. “Like that. Do it again.”
She does. Opens wide, and swallows the head of my cock down her throat this time. She looks up at me, eyes watering. I give a brief nod, my eyes bright, mouth parted, almost starting to pant as I press my hand on the back of her head and press my hips against her mouth.
“More.”
She starts to gag. Her hands come up to my thighs and push, then grab at my jeans, more reflexively than to actually push me away, though I can tell she’s starting to sputter and her eyes are getting wild.
I pull out. She gasps, breathing deep.
“That’s so good,” I murmur, soothing, stroking her hair. But I don’t give her long before I shove back in. “Again. Suck this time. Suck for me.”
She does as she’s told. She works her soft inner lips around the head of my cock, sucking the air out of her cheeks and putting pressure against me. She moves a hand up to the base, looking at me as she does, and I nod, sure, go ahead, and she encircles the root and starts sliding it both up and down and around, gently. The rhythm and pressure pushes in just the right spots against my dick and I keep thrusting my hips against her as she sucks, as she works me with her hand. She opens her mouth and circles the tip with her tongue, pulls on the shaft with tighter and longer strokes as she sticks her tongue out, keeps her mouth wide.
“Please,” she says. “Please, I want your cum. Please.” She’s starting to whine, a pleading desperation edging into her voice. “I need it, please fill me up, I’ll swallow it all.”
She’s keeping her pretty eyes on my face, her mouth open and her tongue out in between her words, her mouth is wet, her tongue is wet, her chin is wet and dripping with her own saliva; she hasn’t swallowed. What a good fucking girl.
She sucks at the crown of my cock again and expertly works her fingers along the shaft. Her words send me, and I rub my body against the base of the cock, and I visualize my balls getting high and tight against my body, my cock swelling just a tiny bit more and then starting to pulse as ropes of cum finally release and hit the back of her throat.
Immediately, Red closes her mouth around the tip, like she can keep all my cum in her mouth. She keeps her hand steady, and I come, hips shuddering against her. She gags a few times as I thrust in and out, sliding so smooth in her pretty mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” I say again, barely able to make words, my eyes squeezed shut, but I don’t want to miss her mouth full and wet. I feel more than see her nod.
My hips are still bucking a little, though I’m trying to control it so they are more shaking and less thrusting in and out of her hole. She palms my balls and squeezes a little, pressing them up against me, still holding the head of my cock in her mouth. When I get it together enough to look at her, her eyes are rolling back a little, one hand still in between her legs, the other lazily stroking my cock.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I say. I slowly pull my cock from her mouth and tuck it back into my underwear and jeans.
I slide three fingers into her mouth just to feel how wet it is, to feel my cum and her saliva mixing. “Look at that,” I murmur, crouching down in front of her, sliding my fingers in and out. “So wet. Is your mouth all full of cum now? Did you do such a good job and suck the cum out of my cock?”
She nods, opening her mouth.
“You really did, didn’t you. It’s not easy for me to come like that, but your pretty mouth … ” I pull my dripping fingers out and run them over her lips. “You’re so good at that.”
I love how slick and slippery her mouth gets. It’s dripping in strings down her chin, and her gym tee shirt is dark on her chest where it’s wet. I wipe my fingers on her cheeks and chin and throat, down to her tee shirt, and I let out a low groan. “Such a messy girl. Thank you, you did such a good job. You can swallow now.”
She does, still a little breathless, gulping twice. “Thank you,” she breathes.
“Good girl,” I say, standing, and then I lean down to kiss her. “That’s what that throat is for. Now,” I straighten and offer her my hand, and she stands. I grip the back of her neck with one hand and push her toward the bedroom door. She can have a shower later, after I mess her up some more. “Let’s go play.”
Call for Submissions: Best Women’s Erotica of the Year Volume 11
Please note: This is not my (Sinclair’s) call for submissions or book practice! Please don’t contact me about it. It is being put together by Cleis Press, contact them for any questions, queries, or follow ups.
Cleis Press is looking for short stories to be included in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 11. Writers who have been previously published are preferred, but it is not a requirement. The theme for this volume is “the future of sex.” Technological advancements in the world of sex and intimacy are on the rise, from sex tech to AI to relationships that take place in digital worlds, so let your imagination wander to the next level. Please refrain from using COVID19/ quarantine as a plot setting; be creative. We like stories that are inclusive and diverse, so characters on the LGBTQ+ spectrum, those that have disabilities, or represent a minority are always appreciated. We are seeking original ideas, and stories that have not been previously published via print and/or online.
Cleis Press will not accept nor publish stories that contain the following themes/ tropes:
- Nonconsensual sex or activities (including dub-con of any degree)
- Stories involving underage characters or minors, grooming, or anything of the like (including age play)
- Incest (including pseudoincest), bestiality, necrophilia, racism
- Characters that resemble real public figures/ celebrities (including political figures)
- Substance/alcohol/drug abuse that affect the character’s willingness/ability to consent or make sane judgements and decisions
- Infidelity or cheating tropes (polyamory and non traditional relationships are welcome so long as all parties are consenting).
How to submit:
Deadline: July 1, 2024 by 11:59 p.m. EST (Unless otherwise noted, or an extension is granted, stories submitted after this time frame will not be considered.) Not every submission is guaranteed publication. We will try to respond no later than July 30, 2024, with decisions.
Format:
Word Doc (.doc or .docx) 1.5 – 2 double spaced (Do not paste in the body of the email)
First page to include: your legal name (and pseudonym, if applicable), email address, and a biography (maximum of 50 words), written in the third person.
Times New Roman, 12-point, black font pages numbered
Header with story title (aligned left) and last name or pseudonym (aligned right)
Stories should be 2,500 – 5,000 words in length
Submissions can be sent to acquisitions@cleispress.com /Attn: Ashley
The subject line should read as follows: BWE 11 Short Story Submission
The book will be published in December of 2025. Writers will receive a copy of the book, and a one-time compensation of $100 USD.
PS, from Sinclair: I was in touch briefly with Rachel Kramer Bussel, who used to edit the Best Women’s Erotica series, and she is happy to be moving to non-erotic pursuits, so she’s no longer editing this series.
Call for Submissions: Anthology of Bisexual Erotic Fiction, edited by Christian Pan
Please note: This is not my (Sinclair’s) call for submissions or book practice! Please don’t contact me about it. It is being put together by Christian Pan, contact him for any questions, queries, or follow ups.
Bisexual author Christian Pan seeks bold, sexy, and dynamic erotic short stories to be included in a new Anthology of Bisexual Erotic Fiction which will be published independently on Bi Visibility Day (23 September 2024).
Background:
According to the latest Gallup poll (2023), 7.6% of Americans identify as part of the LGBTQ community. Three-fifths of LGBTQ adults in America identify as bisexual, causing some researchers to call bi people “the invisible majority”, according to an article published in The Hill in 2023.
This contradiction – on the one hand, of bisexuality being a significant portion of the LGBTQ adult population, yet on the other hand remaining largely invisible within the public sphere–I see reflected within erotic literature. Yes, there are a number of quite talented bisexual-identifying authors of erotica out there, writing exceptional erotic stories that center bisexual characters, and welcome readers into their complexity. However, reputable imprints that publish LGBTQ fiction (including erotica) may have only a limited selection of titles available, if they have any at all. For example, I went to one search engine for a press that publishes a lot of LGBTQ literature (fiction, nonfiction, memoir, and erotica) and when I entered “bisexual” into their search engine, only three titles appeared from their entire catalogue. Two were anthologies of bisexual women´s erotica, and no titles about bisexual men (which, in 2024, I find particularly troubling).
Let´s change this.
I want to self-publish an anthology of exceptional bisexual erotica. I want to gather a diverse collection of erotic stories about bisexual people, to heighten our visibility within our field, to let the world know about our creativity and imaginations. I want this anthology to help uplift the stories, interests, kinks, and experiences of bisexual-identifying folks. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Who wants to join me?
Entry guidelines:
I´m seeking well-written erotic short stories that center bisexual characters. I want these to be hot of course, but I also want them to be intelligent, honest, and bold. Take a chance–put some of you–your feelings and experiences–onto the page.
Your short story can be set in any time-period (present-day, historical, future), and you´re welcome to have your story shift into another genre (fantasy, science-fiction, etc).
Stories by bisexual-identifying authors are preferred, but not required.
In your short story submission, please DO NOT include any of the following:
- Nonconsensual sex or activities (including dub-con of any degree)
- Stories involving underage characters or minors, grooming, or anything of the like
- Incest (including pseudoincest), bestiality, necrophilia, racism
- Characters that resemble real public figures/ celebrities (including political figures)
- Substance/alcohol/drug abuse that affect the character’s willingness/ability to consent or make sane judgements and decisions
- Infidelity or cheating tropes (polyamory and non traditional relationships are welcome so long as all parties are consenting).
Practical details:
All stories must be written in English. First page to include: your legal name (and pseudonym, if applicable), email address, and a biography (maximum of 50 words), written in the third person.
Please have your stories be 4000-5000 words in length.
Format your stories into 12 pt New York Times font, 1.5 or double-spaced, formatted for page numbers.
When ready to submit your story, please go to the registration link here.
Deadlines & important dates:
Deadline for submission: 15 June 2024.
Accepted writers will be notified no later than 12 July 2024.
Rights:
Writers retain all rights to their written work. Editors of this anthology require that stories accepted into this anthology a) have not been published anywhere else before (online or in print), and that the story will remain exclusive within this anthology until 1 year after the anthology´s publication (September 2025).
Payment:
For payment, each writer will be paid $40 USD for their story to be included in this anthology, which will be transferred to their account via Venmo or Zelle by the day of publication. In addition, each writer will receive a digital copy of the anthology.
Publication:
I will cover the costs of editing, formatting, designing the anthology´s book cover, etc.
The anthology will be published on 23 September 2024 (Bi Visibility Day).
About me:
Christian Pan is a bisexual writer who has published over 100 erotic short stories in English, Spanish, and French since 2021. Of his 13 previous books, At the End of the World won the 2023 Star Recommendation from All The Filthy Details, and was a Finalist for the 2022 Golden Pigtails Smut Award for Dark/Taboo Erotica.
In addition to fiction, Christian writes book reviews for his blog Dirty Words, and is a regular contributor to Dish Stanley’s Crush Letter and Dr. Tiffany K.´s Artistic Edge Magazine. He also interviews erotic authors for the Pulse Session segment on the monthly podcast, All the Filthy Details. Since September 2022,, he has been the A Club Captain for Patreon´s Queer Erotic Content Creators Club.
He lives in New York City. To learn more, please visit: https://linktr.ee/christianpan
Questions:
Email me at christian.pan.erotica@gmail.com
Call for Submissions: To The End: Queer Divorce Narratives, edited by Morty Diamond
Please note: This is not my (Sinclair’s) call for submissions or book practice! Please don’t contact me about it. It is being put together by Morty Diamond, contact him for any questions, queries, or follow ups.
This call for submissions is also on Morty Diamond’s site.
Call for Submissions
To the End:
Divorce narratives from queer, trans, non binary, gay, bisexual, lesbian, two-spirit, gender-expansive, and intersex writers
This anthology explores the full depth and breadth of divorce narratives from queer, trans, non-binary, two-spirit, genderfluid, gay, lesbian, bisexual, and intersex writers. Divorce can be painful, clarifying, freeing, extremely messy, and/or full of renewed life. What story are you called to share about your divorce and how it relates to your LGBTQQI experience?
This book is interested in divorce narratives including, but not limited to, the following topics:
- “Love is Love!” is the rallying cry of the gay marriage movement and straight acceptance. To what extent did your experience of divorce make you feel more or less of this sentiment?
- Some of us looked to marriage as a way to legitimize and/or normalize our lives. Did marriage accomplish this? Did divorce change this?
- How did your trans identity complicate divorce? For example: were you in a marriage that ended when you came to terms with your trans identity or transitioned?
- Were there unique stressors related to your gender or sexuality found in your marriage that led to divorce?
- How did the narrative of gay marriage fit into your understanding of what being married meant and how did it ultimately affect your divorce?
- If your marriage was a political act, how did your divorce disrupt or complicate that narrative?
- Did a lack of support from your family of origin impact your divorce and, if so, how?
- What lessons about identity did you discover through your divorce?
- Were there generational differences in your marriage? If so, how did they impact the relationship and/or divorce?
- If you discovered your queer identity within your marriage, how did divorce affect it, if at all?
- What did you gain and/or lose during your divorce?
- What advice would you give to someone who is going through a divorce now?
- Are you disillusioned with marriage now that you have gone through divorce?
- For trans and gender fluid people: Did you experience your ex using your identity against you in court proceedings? Did this delegitimize your role as husband, wife, parent, or caregiver, whether legally, personally, emotionally, or otherwise?
- For those who have children: What were the legal struggles of your divorce when it came to your children? What was it like going into a courtroom to fight for access to your child?
To submit your work:
Please email your non-fiction personal essay of no more than 5000 words to: mortydiamond@gmail.com. Formats preferred: MS Word or link to Google Document. Contributors will be paid for their work and will receive copies of the book.
Deadline for submissions: July 15, 2024
About the editor:
Morty Diamond is a trans/queer therapist, social worker, artist, and writer living in California. Morty experienced his own divorce in 2020 and has since been interested in bringing more clarity and insight into the social and emotional aspects of divorce for LGBTQQI people. His last two anthologies, Trans/Love and From the Inside Out FTM and Beyond, are both published by Manic D Press. He is a lecturer at San Francisco State University in the School of Social Work.
[Video] Sugar & Spice: Spicy Queer Kink Erotica Showcase
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Here’s the replay for the Sugar & Spice Spicy Showcase!
Sugar & Spice: Queer Kink Erotica Reading
Sunday, December 17, 2023, 10am PT / 1pm ET
hosted by Stina French
featuring: Kiki DeLovely
and:
eli
Sixxten Maelor
Alana
Lokchi
Tavia
Lucy Rose
Jezebel Jett
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[Video] Spicy Showcase at Drunken! Careening! Writers!
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Here’s the replay for the Spicy Showcase at Drunken! Careening! Writers!
Queer Kink Erotica at Drunken! Careening! Writers!
Thursday, December 14, 2023, 4-6pm PT / 7-9pm ET
hosted by Kathleen Warnock
featuring: Sinclair Sexsmith
and:
Lore Hershey
LM
TJ
Yu-Long Boba Baba
Puff the Magic System
Christian Pan
Featured image by TJ
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Special thanks to Jezebel Jett, who edited the video for public sharing!
[Video] Spicy Showcase at Smut Peddlers
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Here’s the replay for the Spicy Showcase at Smut Peddlers!
Smut Peddlers: An evening of LGBTQ erotica
Wednesday, December 6, 2023, 4pm PT / 7pm ET
Hosted by Glad Day Books in Toronto and Kel Hardy
featuring: Tobi Hill-Meyer
and:
MK
Lily
Sarah St John
SJ
Faith Arrowsmith
TOBI HILL-MEYER is an Indigenous Chicana trans woman. She believes creating stories is a critical part of making change, they can give us strength, model paths to success, provide encouragement, and create greater empathy. She is dedicated to community support and fighting for positive change at a local level. Tobi’s work has been in Best Lesbian Erotica, Ask: Building Consent Culture, Trans Bodies Trans Selves, Take Me There, Beyond Binary, Coming Out Like a Porn Star, and Girl Sex 101. She is editor of the Lambda Literary Finalist anthology Nerve Endings: The New Trans Erotic, author of children’s books A Princess of Great Daring and Super Power Baby Shower, and director of the award winning erotic documentary series Doing it Online. tobihillmeyer.com
(I don’t have the saved chat from this one; I’ve asked Kel to send it to me, but I’m not sure it was saved. If anyone who was there saved it, please let me know!)
Special thanks to Jezebel Jett, who edited the video for public sharing!
Sinclair’s 2024 Calendar
Here’s where I’ll be and what I’ll be teaching — online & in person — in 2024!
This page will be updated as things are added.
Updated: December 5, 2024
December
December 1, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | Spicy Showcase through Theo
December 9, 2024 | 6-8pm PT | Make It Yours: Embodying Your Strap On through Wicked Grounds
December 14, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | Spicy Showcase through Swoon Bookstore
December, 2024 | TBD | Erotica reading with Drunken! Careening! Writers!
January 2025
January 11, 18, 25 | 4-6pm | Writing Spicy at Charlie’s Bookstore, in person in Seattle
January, 2025 | date TBA | Daddy 101 through Wicked Grounds
February 2025
February 6 + 13, 2025 | 6-8pm PT | Writing Spicy through Wicked Grounds
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Previously in 2024
January
January 5, 2024 | 7pm PT | in person in San Francisco | Queer Leather Happy Hour
January 23, 2024 | 6pm PT | online | Daddy 101 through Wicked Grounds
February
February 13, 2024 | 4pm PT | online | Queer V-day Smut Reading through A Room of One’s Own
February 17, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | online | The EroSomatics Salon (ask me for an invitation)
February 24, 2024 | 5-7pm | in person in Seattle | Queer Writing Workshop at Charlie’s Queer Books
February 27, 2024 | 6pm PT | online | Your Year In Kink through Wicked Grounds
March
March 3-9, 2024 | online | Smashwords “Read an eBook” sale
March 13, 2024 | 6pm PT | online | Sweet & Rough through the Big Queer Book Club with Auntie Vice
March 26, 2024 | 6pm PT | online | Writing Spicy through Wicked Grounds
March 30, 2024 | 5-7pm | in person in Seattle | Queer Erotica Writing Workshop at Charlie’s Queer Books
April
April 11-14, 2024 | in person | International Ms. Leather & Bootblack (attending)
April 20, 2024 | 5-7pm | in person in Seattle | Queer Poetry Writing Workshop at Charlie’s Queer Books
April 21, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | online | The EroSomatics Salon (ask me for an invitation)
April 23, 2024 | 6pm PT | online | Sexual Politics of Kink through Wicked Grounds
April 26-28, 2024 | online | Thrive: BDSM & Mental Health (attending)
April 26-28, 2024 | online | Reign of Blood: Sharps Conference (attending)
May
May 23, 2024 | 6pm PT | online | The Art of Ownership through Wicked Grounds
June
May 31 – June 3, 2024 | in person | Desire: Leather Women Conference
June 16, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | online | The EroSomatics Salon (ask me for an invitation)
July
July 17, 2024 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Writing Spicy (part 1 of 2) for Wicked Grounds
July 24, 2024 | 6-7:30pm PT | in person in Seattle | Writing Spicy at Charlie’s Queer Books Sign up here
July 31, 2024 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Writing Spicy (part 2 of 2) for Wicked Grounds
August
August 8, 2024 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | Daddy 101 workshop through Wicked Grounds
August 10, 2024 | 7:30-9:30pm PT | online | MAsT Auckland
August 11, 2024 | 11am-12:30pm PT | online | Writing Spicy Exclusive: Theo Reads
August 18, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | online | The EroSomatics Salon (ask me for an invitation)
August 29 – September 2, 2024 | in person | Dark Odyssey: Summer Camp
September
September 7, 2024 | 12–2pm PT | online | High Protocol for Spoonies on CONsolidation
September 12, 2024 | 6-7:30pm PT | online | High Protocol for D/s workshop through Wicked Grounds
September 27, 2024 | 4:30-6pm PT / 7:30-9pm ET | online | Kink Between the Lines erotica reading, organized by Cecilia Tan
October
October 20, 2024 | 4-5:30pm PT | online | The EroSomatics Salon (ask me for an invitation)
November
Spicy Showcases: Come Join Me For Writing Spicy Queer Kinky Erotica Readings
You’re Invited!
To the Spicy Showcases from the 2023 Writing Spicy erotica writing group’s online readings, on December 6, December 14, and December 17
Here’s the details:
Smut Peddlers: December 6, 2023
Smut Peddlers: An evening of LGBTQ erotica
Wednesday, December 6, 2023, 4pm PT / 7pm ET
Hosted by Glad Day Books in Toronto and Kel Hardy
featuring: Tobi Hill-Meyer
and:
MK
Lily
Sarah St John
SJ
Faith Arrowsmith
TOBI HILL-MEYER is an Indigenous Chicana trans woman. She believes creating stories is a critical part of making change, they can give us strength, model paths to success, provide encouragement, and create greater empathy. She is dedicated to community support and fighting for positive change at a local level. Tobi’s work has been in Best Lesbian Erotica, Ask: Building Consent Culture, Trans Bodies Trans Selves, Take Me There, Beyond Binary, Coming Out Like a Porn Star, and Girl Sex 101. She is editor of the Lambda Literary Finalist anthology Nerve Endings: The New Trans Erotic, author of children’s books A Princess of Great Daring and Super Power Baby Shower, and director of the award winning erotic documentary series Doing it Online. tobihillmeyer.com
Drunken! Careening! Writers!: December 14, 2023
Queer Kink Erotica at Drunken! Careening! Writers!
Thursday, December 14, 2023, 4-6pm PT / 7-9pm ET
hosted by Kathleen Warnock
featuring: Sinclair Sexsmith
and:
Lore Hershey
LM
TJ
Yu-Long Boba Baba
Puff the Magic System
Christian Pan
SINCLAIR SEXSMITH (they/them) is an award-winning queer trans masc writer focusing on queer culture, trauma, dominance, submission, spiritual kink, and transgender and nonbinary issues. Sinclair’s creative nonfiction and queer erotica writings are widely published online and in more than thirty anthologies, including eight volumes of Best Lesbian Erotica series. They are the editor of Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year Volume 4, Volume 5, Volume 6, Volume 7, Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, Erotix: Literary Journal of Somatics, and Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica. Their short story collection, Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, was a 2015 finalist for a Lambda Literary Award. Sinclair writes at sugarbutch.net since 2006, recognized numerous places as one of the top sex blogs. They have been teaching about erotic writing, the power of queer narratives, somatic arts, and many sex and kink techniques since 2002. Sinclair is an international leather titleholder and an avid creative journaler, and lives on unceded Duwamish land. Find them all the places online at sugarbutch.net/find-sinclair.
Sugar & Spice: December 17, 2023
Sugar & Spice: Queer Kink Erotica Reading
Sunday, December 17, 2023, 10am PT / 1pm ET
hosted by Stina French
featuring: Kiki DeLovely
and:
eli
Sixxten Maelor
Alana
Lokchi
Tavia
Cate
Sage Elder
Jezebel Jett
hosted by Stina French, Headmistress of The Sexploratorium & host of Listen To Your Skin Reading Series
KIKI DELOVELY is a witchy, kinky, polyamorous, mixed, nonbinary femme who moonlights as an erotica writer when she’s not weaving magic through energetic healing and spiritual coaching. Their work has appeared in dozens of publications and they have toured both nationally and internationally, living and traveling all over the world before setting down roots on unceded Occaneechi-Saponi land. Kiki strives toward erotica that reads as fine literature and connects us with our highest selves. More about their work at Open Heart Active Healing.
Elust #166 Features “The Bradley Shower Pole”
Thanks, Elust, for including “The Bradley Shower Pole” in the #166 roundup!
Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish
Domina Decoded: 5 Femdom/Male Sub Principles
Why Male Chastity Is Not A Femdom Essential
Erotic Non Fiction
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
How to Become a Multi-Orgasmic Man
Get Popping: The Hot New Pleasure Trend
Wild Monogamy: interview with Mali Apple
Product Reviews
Worth Every Penny: Why Bloom’s AI Chat Is A Game-Changer
Erotic Fiction
Writing about writing
Abundant Gratitude for Generosity and Grit
Sex Work
Wiggly Worm the Cuckold. Duo With Sylvie
“If you’re gonna write spicy, you need spicy ink!” Some Writing Spicy Art by @aluminumbrat
In one of the previous Writing Spicy groups, aluminumbrat illustrated this gorgeous lil piece of me adding peppers & eggplants to a blender and making fountain pen ink out of it.
aluminumbrat adds: “If you’re gonna write spicy, you need spicy ink! And you write *really* spicy so I thought jalapeño pepper ink would be the best for penning erotica. 🌶ï¸ðŸ–Šï¸ðŸ’¥”
So this time around, I reached out to them to see if I could commission them to make something quite similar, but maybe with different things going into the blender, like kink toys, or books — still with the peppers, of course.
They were game!
aluminumbrat adds: “You were very clear with the vision – an illustrator’s dream, honestly! 🙌 We knew books had to be there…the first sketches I did were of stacks of books and peppers! 📚”
We chatted a bit back & forth, and eventually they sent me this rough sketch / mockup:
Then I sent them some reference photos of fountain pen ink bottles, and books, and the Sugarbutch brand palette.
aluminumbrat: “It was very cool to see your fountain pen inks and fave kink books! 🩸 ðŸ–Šï¸ The Sugarbutch brand palette is very timeless, kinda fancy/classy. So I added amber details in as a reference to whiskey 🥃”
They sent me back this sketch, to approve of the colors:
And then they got to work on the final pieces! They even posted a little video of painting the portrait of me
aluminumbrat: “The original illustration didn’t have your face in it, so it felt right to finally paint your portrait. 🎨”
I love them! Thanks so much!!
Aluminumbrat is available for commissions if you find yourself in need of some skillful art! Thank you!
aluminumbrat: “Thank you for working with me! I had a total blast and can’t wait for Writing Spicy to start. 👀 Also, regarding commissions: yes, I’ll draw almost anything for money. 🤧”
The Bradley Shower Pole
Content: bathhouse, anonymous sex, cis and trans men, blow jobs, (self) objectification, brief mentions of body dysphoria, glory hole, shower, tdick, penetration
Jaime found the darkest little cubby, where he could barely see, and dropped carefully to his knees in front of the open hole. He adjusted the towel around his waist and waited.
He waited until his knees started to hurt. He fidgeted with the edge of the towel. He itched for the familiar distraction of scrolling through Instagram on his phone. He adjusted the pinch of the elastic band around his upper arm, the one the bearded, tattooed man at the front desk had given him with his locker key and a little plastic tag that said “392” on it.
The house music drowned out most sounds. He was trying to remember how to meditate when he felt, more than heard, a gentle bang on the wall. Then a dick appeared through the hole. Factory-installed. The flashing laser lights bounced off of the black walls and occasionally found him for long enough to kind of see the hole cut into plywood wallboard, and the shape, the general size. Light skinned, but he couldn’t really tell in the shadows.
He started with his hand, stroking, then quickly took it into his mouth. Half-hard. The smell of sweat, the tickle of hair on his nostrils when he sucked it deeper into his mouth. That smell of men was comforting to him, and dropped down into his pelvis like a firecracker. He could feel his dick starting to clench and swell, and he started to get that itch of desire, that craving to rub himself.
He had scoped out the glory holes the last time he was here, and decided that next time, he was going to try it.
He adjusted his knees so his heel pressed against his own dick, and gently rocked against it. He moaned a little, but it was muffled by the dick in his mouth. Not very big, but big enough to give that satisfactory feeling of his mouth being filled. Still mostly soft. Maybe a little softer than when he started. He probably wasn’t going to come. But that was just fine with Jaime.
In and out, some pressure with his hand at the base, his wrist pressed into the wall. He missed having someone’s hands in his hair, pushing on his head. After a few minutes, the dick withdrew. He saw a flash of the white towel through the hole in the wall as the person readjusted, then walked out of view.
His heel was wet from his own juices. He changed positions again to give his knees a break. And waited.
It didn’t take as long this time. Another dick. Thicker, but still pretty short. Jaime liked them short; he could swallow them deep and barely gag, but still get that deep breath of sweat and a tickle of fur. He was starting to get a sense of what he liked. This was his third time at Steamworks, and it was almost feeling comfortable, like he belonged here. Or like, maybe someday, he could.
He focused on this new dick, licking the shaft, flicking his tongue over the frenulum, sucking the head all the way into the back of his mouth. He lost himself in the rhythmic pleasure of it, pulsing to the beat of the heavy house music. His front hole was gushing now, and he could feel the wet drip from him to the floor, open and exposed. He wondered if he pressed his ass against the hole if the other man would fuck him. If he offered two holes, instead of one, which would the man choose?
The dick he diligently sucked, practically worshiped, was stiffening again in a way that Jaime thought meant the man might come, but he pulled out instead with a few grunts. Jaime was a little disappointed. He would have taken the man’s come, would have loved to have that thick, sticky taste of it hit the back of his throat, and never known which man it was when he went back out to the big room. A secret thrill. One so many of the men here surely knew, if they ever wanted to.
It was a test, really. Even though everyone was explicitly allowed in on Gender Fuck party nights, he still wanted to feel what it would be like to be in a men’s space, to be fucked by men as a man. He still wanted to feel what it would be like to cruise, to choose, to give the slightest nod, to be groped in a hallway without even a hello. He wanted to be a hole to fuck, to be used. Well, he’d be using them, too. Look at the glory hole — he wasn’t even seeing their faces. He just wanted their dicks, mostly. Though a hand on his head really would be nice. And maybe just a little eye contact.
He waited for another dick to come through his hole, the glory hole he was now thinking of as his. Certainly his favorite glory hole. His dick was swollen and throbbing, aching for touch. He clenched and released his internal muscles and felt it flex, felt the walls of his hole tighten and release. He wanted to get fucked.
Slowly, he rose from his knees and bent at an awkward angle trying to get his cunt and ass to line up with the hole. His belly was a little in the way to bend at this angle, but he managed, and could feel the slightly different flow of air over the wet folds of him as he pressed into the wall. The paint was probably sticky. Was this even safe, offering himself up like this? It could be anyone. This was risky behavior. He had calculated. He had thought this through. It could be anyone, and that’s what he liked about it. Right now, he was just a hole for the taking. Surely, some of these men knew their way around a cunt.
He waited, knees burning, in a partial squat against the wall, braced with one hand on either side wall. The glory hole spaces were made for just one body at a time.
Minutes passed. He tried to count his breaths, one through eight, then back to two, up to eight again, then start at three, all the way to eight. He kept losing track and starting over, but that’s what meditation is, isn’t it. Starting over. Again and again. Beginning fresh, without the weight of failure or shame or negative self-talk. He started thinking about his groceries, the laundry he hadn’t finished. His mind meandered to the computer programming book he was reading for his job, to what restaurants were between him and his apartment on 15th and which one he’d stop at on the way home. Then, he’d come back to himself, to his dark little corner with his hole exposed on the other side of the wall, and breathe again, and try to focus.
His hips and knees were starting to burn.
All I am right now is a hole, he told himself, over and over, like a prayer. Just a hole for the taking. Just a warm, wet thing, a sheath, a place to get stuffed. Please, please. He wanted it. He was probably still dripping. What a sight he would be from the other side of the wall.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, feeling desperate and even a little pathetic. What more could he offer? “Please, fuck me.”
That was when he felt fingers, rough and dry and thick, shoving deep into his front hole. He almost fell over, but had his hand in front of him on the other wall, braced. He cried out immediately and pressed back into the wall, into the other man’s hand.
The fingers weren’t all that good at what they were doing. Just poking, exploring. Then they withdrew. He heard grunts, or he thought he did, it was hard to tell over the loud house music. Then, something softer against his opening.
Please let it be a cock, please, he pleaded in his mind, though found himself mouthing the words. “Please, I want your cock,” he whispered.
It wasn’t that big. A few years of fucking dykes with their choose-your-own-adventure straps, and he got used to the big monsters, the ones thicker than a fist. It’s different to go back to the factory-installed variety after some time away. Softer. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like anything more than a tickle, a little pressure. But still, he prefers it. It feels right. There’s something more satisfying.
He tried to ease back on it, to take it deeper, but he couldn’t really go anywhere pressed up against the wall. He pressed anyway. He couldn’t really open any wider, his ass spread apart, but he reached back with his hands and counterbalanced his weight, leaning forward, and spread open his holes with his fingers. He’s so slick. He can feel it going in and out.
All I am right now is a hole.
All I am is a hole.
All I am —
All —
All —
His mind calmed, quieted, in that way that it only does when there is a cock deep inside. Something in his chest unwound, spiraling outward, through his shoulders and hips, through his fingers and toes. He had no words. He was nothing but a hole, nothing but made for this, nothing but open, open, open.
“All I am is a hole.” The words skated across his mind, the idea of the words, the idea behind the idea, and he didn’t have any words, didn’t have any thoughts. Blank boy. No thinking. Just a hole.
He was lost, not even in his body anymore, except that he could feel everything, every whisper of air current changeing against his skin. Where is his towel? On the floor. He didn’t notice when that fell. Probably filthy now, but he wasn’t thinking about that. What can he do? Nothing. Nothing, he’s just a hole. Just a hole for the taking. That’s it, take me. Take everything. Leave me empty. Leave me filled.
He felt shuddering against his ass, more pressure, a throbbing inside of him. Then the cock, the man attached to the cock, withdrew. No fanfare, no grunting (not that Jaime could hear, anyway). No announcement of orgasm or coming or jizz or being a good little hole for the man’s pleasure. Just air, where there was warmth. Just the house music suddenly flooding back into Jaime’s ears. Just the laser light dance in front of his eyes. Just the towel on the floor, and Jaime’s sticky hole.
His mind wasn’t working. No thoughts, only hole. What does he need? Warmer. Wash off. He headed to the shower. The men he passed in the hall checked him out visibly, obviously. One of them was holding his towel over his dick, not around his waist. He had a sexy chest, beefy with a good amount of hair. One of them stared at the scars on his chest. He doesn’t say anything. The smile and sparkle in his eye contact told Jaime he was intrigued.
There were other men in the shower, three of them at one of the shower towers, one at the other. They watched him as he approached. Side eye; quick glances, then looking away — or long hard stares. Jaime shivered a little, though it was warmer in here, and the mist was making it humid.
He took an empty shower head between two men. Is this what high school gym locker rooms were like? Is this what I would’ve felt in high school, had I been a guy in the locker room with the other guys? Guys older than me, more developed? Hairier, bigger, voices already dropped? His thoughts came slowly, through a fog, more of a flash of a high school scene and a question, almost a deja vu. As if he’s remembering what would have happened, in his other childhood, in his other life.
The first time he accidentally brushed the man next to him, he recoiled quickly, with a sheepish look in the man’s direction. He didn’t seem to notice. Maybe the water is stimulating enough that the touch didn’t register. Maybe he didn’t even actually touch him.
But then, the next time — a hand at his hip. Gentle pressure, fingertips pulled him back. His butt made contact first, and the man’s other hand rubbed it under the hot water, squeezing a little, tentatively, like a question. Jaime arched and pressed back further, bracing one hand on the shower pole, spreading his legs. He could feel the man’s cock, hard and jutting out, pressing against his crack, but not in the right spot. Jaime squirmed, on his tiptoes, switching his hips forward and back to try to get the right angle. The man wrapped his arms around Jaime, touching his chest and stomach, making his breath catch when he brought his hand down to the hair between his legs.
The man on the other side of Jaime was watching them. He started off rubbing soap through his chest hair and along his belly, but now he’s rubbing his dick, his eyes hungry and eating them up. He locked eyes with Jaime and didn’t look away. The man behind Jaime is dragging his finger between Jaime’s legs, but doesn’t seem to know what else to do. He smacked Jaime’s dick a little, which is more surprising than painful — water sprayed and Jaime yelped, almost slipping, but regained his footing.
The other man smiled. Jaime smiled back, feeling bold and like a hot piece of ass that everyone wants. He bent at the waist, reaching. He didn’t think he could, but he’s always had a long torso, and when he bent, he reached the other man and slid one hand along his thick thigh. He’s squat, thick, dense, and so was his dick. Jaime opened his mouth, and it took no work for the other man to slip it in.
The man behind him shifts his hands behind Jaime and starts guiding his dick into him. He tried Jaime’s asshole, but finds it tight, unlubed, and keeps going. Maybe his dick is too soft. Maybe he didn’t mean to slide right into Jaime’s front hole, but it was right there, open and slick, still full of the come from the glory hole, and it happened so easily. He had trouble getting a good angle where he can keep moving his mouth, but he kept trying, lapping with his tongue, holding on to the man’s hip and thigh, sometimes circling his fingers around his cock. Sucking, when he could, before it popped out. Desperate for it to get back in.
He realized he was fussing, trying so hard to do what would feel good for these men, and he tried to relax a little. That helped. The man behind him had him by the hips and was thrusting mercilessly. They fit together, something matched in his hipbones and Jaime’s, in the size and shape of the man’s cock with the size and shape of Jaime’s hole. It’s the click Jaime had been craving, the satisfying union, the white noise of his empty head and full hole.
Two full holes.
His arms went limp for a moment. Impaled. Only a body, only this beautiful body, this home he sometimes hates but mostly loves, the smooth chest and furry belly, the ears too big and the hands too busy, the cock small, but ideal. Just enough. Just right. It fit, somehow. It matched. And someday, it’ll fit perfectly right in someone’s mouth, the way other cocks fit into his holes, the way it feels when the sheath is just right.
A smack on his cheek. He realized he was being held up. The man in front of him tilted his face up, hand under his chest, holding some of his weight. Jaime finds the muscles of his legs, looks up at the man, blinking.
“Just checking,” he said. His hair is dark because of the water, but he’d be blond or redhead if he was dry.
Jaime’s mouth was open in an O, and he lowered it back down to the man’s dick. The man gives it to him eagerly, keeping one hand on Jaime’s shoulder. He sucked again, losing himself in it, eager and hungry. Starving. Oh please, oh please give me your come, please let me suck it, he thought. He tried to think it so loud, begging, pleading with his mouth, so that the man would hear his thoughts and understand. Please, I want to swallow it, I’m good at this, show me you like it, give it to me, please.
He didn’t know if the man behind him was going to come or not. He was still getting fucked, slower now, but thoroughly. The water was not the best lube, but it was enough that he wasn’t chafing, only occasionally feeling a tug when it wasn’t quite slick enough.
I’ll take your come, too, he thought. I’ll take it, if you give it to me. I want it. Fill me up, oh, fill up my holes with your come, please.
The steam of the shower made all the images blurry, coming in and out of focus. The red tiles, the white towels as men walk by, skinny legs and fat legs and somebody brought their own Adidas rubber sandals to wear. Men stopped, watched, looked. At him.
He brought one hand down to his dick. He tried out a few swipes but can barely touch it directly, too sensitive, too swollen. He would love to wrap something around it, like that little squishy silicone toy at home. Instead, he made his fingers into a v and pinched it a little at the base, using the folds around it to make friction, movement, sensation. Up and down. He’s so hard. He likes when it feels this swollen, this big. He can feel it contract as the man behind him kept slamming his dick inside, and he pushed on it from the outside while it’s being pushed from the inside.
It didn’t take long. He came, finally, gagging on the fat cock as it spurts at the same time, and squeezing the man behind him so hard that he can’t stay in. He yelled, but only once, before he got a hold of his reaction and keeled forward, letting himself be lowered all the way to the shower floor by the man in front of him.
He’s gone. He’s nothing. He’s a puddle under this water, rain over him, pressed against this hard tile, warm but still cooler than the water temperature.
He’s humming a little, trying to get his breath back, still seeing stars. “I’m okay,” he said, as he saw the man trying to catch his eye again. He started getting up. “I’m good. Uh,” he cleared his throat, trying to consciously lower his voice. “Thanks.”
He turned to the other man. Gave him a nod. What’s the etiquette here? A high five? “Thanks.”
“Thank you,” he said, his voice gruff, a big, dumb smile hiding under a dark beard. Jaime didn’t remember ever looking at his face before backing into him, but his chest was familiar, something comforting about the curve of his pecs, his strong arms. The man held his eye a few beats longer than he was comfortable, but as soon as he breathed, Jaime felt hypnotized, light on his feet.
He felt the other man at his back, a hand on his shoulder. “Hey now, don’t fall or nothin’.”
“No, I-I’m good,” Jaime replied. He wiped his eyes. He should get out of the steam. “Thanks. Thanks.”
With water dripping into his eyes from his hair, he found his way to a dry spot nearby and toweled off as best as he could with this thin, scratchy gym towel. If he was noticed, if his small dick or scars were stared at, he didn’t see it. He was floating, clear.
And he was starving.
He wound his way through the dark hallways, peeking into the open doors, mostly finding men sprawled naked and touching their dicks on the beds. He moved out of the way for another man to pass, dark skin in the dark light, white towel bright. He found his locker, took the band off his arm, and slid the key that said “392” into the lock.
At some unknown point after he put his gray jeans back on, and before he slid his worn in Phish tour shirt over his head, he started grinning. Like a fool; like a freshly fucked boy toy. He shivered all the way to the backs of his knees, starting from his neck, and made his way downstairs.
As he turned onto the glistening sidewalk, wet from today’s rains, the house music faded and his eyes adjusted to the absence of lasers. His body buzzed. Every pore was alive, sensate. The city glittered in front of him. He breathed deep. What didn’t smell like garbage had that distinct petrichor smell of concrete and rain, desire and satiation. He could tell his cunt would be sore tomorrow. His dick was still throbbing, humming. Pleased with himself. That was what he wanted, and he did it.
He did it.
Now, he thought, as he started the short walk home. Now, I want some spicy noodles. And he knew just the place to stop on the way.
“Positivity! Support! Honesty! Gusto!”: What People Say About the Writing Spicy Online Erotica Writing Group
The Writing Spicy online erotica writing group is starting up again in October 2023, and I took some time to compile some quotes about what past participants loved about it. (There’s an exit survey, and I ask people if I can quote them on that in the future, so that’s where these come from. All are reprinted with permission, and if any of you read a quote that you wrote in here and want it removed or changed, or your name removed from it, just let me know.)
Here’s what past participants in Writing Spicy have said about it:
What did I love about writing spicy? the world-making kinky-homo community vibe – the non judgmental micro-climate that grows a forest of writers. And I love Sinclair’s ambition. (Is it the goal of a sustainable kinky queer writer community that can and will enable each of us as individuals to access a deeper vulnerability to get to the very centre of need/want/heart?) Here we are – and there we were – a bunch of extraordinary queer souls, sharing thoughts on sex and kink and consent, opening up, opening each other up, getting turned on, surprising ourselves with the how and the why of getting turned on. It is pure love, pure heat, pure healing, all of it. This is where I want to live.
— Alex B. Toklas
We need more queer spaces like this one. I loved the atmosphere of enthusiastic, mutual support. I also really appreciated how clear the agenda was for each webinar, which made it easy to follow along (even on a Sunday night).
— Anonymous
EVERYTHING! EVERYONE! I loved the prompts, I loved the options to connect with you and the TAs and each other, I loved the emphasis on positive feedback and supporting fledgling stories, I loved the rhythm of starting with the introduction and ending with the whole thing.
— Adrienne
I loved that it was ok to show what I have written, especially when it was a touchy topic.
— Amanda N
I love the energy, vibes, community, and supportive environment of the group. Everyone is kind and positive. The weekly prompts challenge me and the readings guide me. The container of the class allows me to focus and do some of my best writing.
— Anonymous
I liked the variety of “skill levels” in the group– folks who already have an established writing practice or pen-name, folks who are new to writing, folks who have a practice but want to get better at writing smut specifically. That was unexpected and delightful. I loved the emphasis on “this class is for YOU”, and the goals are for ourselves. All homework and assignments are optional, and we were encouraged to show up in what ways we could and were supportive to us. I loved the camaraderie of the zoom calls even though we mostly didn’t speak. I loved watching people reading their work in the zoom and us showering them with love in the chat.
— Anonymous
I like how the culture of support developed and how well the tech was used.
— Anonymous
I LOVE how positive, encouraging, and cheerleadering the group was towards each other’s writing. It is wonderful for your inner-writer’s self-confidence.
— Anonymous
This was my first time in a group like this, so it was really nice to just witness some of the interactions between people. I wasn’t expecting so much positive critique, but I did really appreciate that approach. I tend to be a perfectionist, so knowing that my work would be met with love helped work through that a little bit.
— Anonymous
Everyone’s enthusiasm, support, helpful comments, and bravery to share a diverse universe of sex and kinks.
— Anonymous
I loved connecting with other queer writers.
— Anonymous
I loved the no-judgement approach to writing erotica and discussing kink in class – there were boundaries and rules in place to keep people safe & happy. I truly felt safe sharing with others.
— Anonymous
I enjoyed listening to others read their work.
— Anonymous
The boundaries and rules put in place. We were able to talk openly and honestly about sex, eroticism, and kink – without the danger of judgement, shame, or fear of hurting someone else inadvertently. I truly felt safe & respected.
— Anonymous
I loved how supportive the group was! It really felt like a safe place, which was really important to me. But also, it felt authentic, not performative and I adored that. I felt like I could show up as myself and be welcomed. The assistants were awesome and I’m grateful to them, as well. I also appreciate how open Sinclair is to learning and growing and improving the space. This really was an amazing experience.
— Anonymous
Very ambitious, very fun constellation. Had the feeling that everyone was really into it (even though I could never participate in any call and did not meet anyone “personally/virtually”), and this is very motivating to me.
— Anonymous
I loved getting to read work and chat with other folks! such a great and talented group.
— Anonymous
It has been such a transformative and empowering experience! I loved having a queer, kinky space to be creative. I loved reading everyone’s work and learning together.
— Anonymous
I LOVED getting to hang out with, talk with, and dive into the craft conversations. How do we get from here to there better? What would make this writing tighter? I’ve spent a lot of time in the last ten years learning this for marketing, but writing for sex is a totally different universe. Being with writing colleagues and helping them with their writing makes me a better writer.
— Anonymous
I loved the enthusiastic support in the chat, seeing folks strengthen their confidence over time.
— Arwyn
I loved everything?? the community, support, talent, joy, queerness, kinkiness, inclusivity, Faith’s cowboy hat, connection, and the link to the leather fly swatter (though I looked it up and the swatter is $24 but shipping alone is FORTY SEVEN DOLLARS).
— Bell
I really appreciate this opportunity for reflection. I loved actually writing and reading and listening to writing read by the author and read back to the author. I love discussions around plot structure and also your posts on technique and consent. I enjoyed the sprints. I’m so impressed and happy about by this amazing community you’ve built.
— Beth
I loved the support and gentle encouragement to be a little braver.
— Dorian Gay
The feedback and love and everyone hyping each other up and encouraging everybody to stretch out at the corners of their stuff and take big swings. The feedback and encouragement really helped push me to go back to the same story and work on developing it into an actual full(er) thing instead of my usual start something, get bored and/or frustrated, abandon ship, repeat. The accountabilibuddies to write with each week was FANTASTIC, and made me go do the things, even when I didn’t necessarily want to at first! All the love & support also pushed me to participate in the live reading, which was a first for me, and was equal parts terrifying and mildly addicting.
— Faith Arrowsmith
I loved the erotica readings in each Zoom meeting! It was the first time in a long time that I’d shared my work and been around others sharing their work in such a public forum. Sinclair did a wonderful job of making a safe, contained space for us to feel comfortable sharing such vulnerable things.
— Hannah Rose
i loved the vibe in the Zoom chats, and I love that there was no pressure to participate if life got in the way. In a previous different writing group, I constantly had “You’re wasting your money” thrown in my face and it REALLY put me off.
— Jennii Drew
I loved how inclusive and low-pressure it was to participate in this course. As a disabled person, my energy levels fluctuate and my pain can be unpredictable. I enjoy learning new things at my own pace and often find myself overwhelmed with similar offerings. Sinclair was marvelous at meeting me where I was and making this course accessible. It’s especially important because writing erotica can often be an emotionally draining task when you come from a place of sexual trauma and there was plenty of room for me to step back when I needed a breather.
— Jess R
The creative safety and loving encouragement it created all while getting me to look at every aspect of my writing. Truly an environment in which you can grow your work.
— Lilith Young
I love the camaraderie that developed. I loved that you had a TA. I loved your tips on craft and resources, and I will go back and use them. I love your prompts! I love that you create this amazing, safe, inspiring space. I love your approach to feedback! You’re a great teacher!
— R. Magdalen
Pretty much everything– I ADORED how queer this space was, in particular! I really loved that everyone was supportive and kind, and yet it felt like there was good feedback going on. I thought there was a strong sense of community that really enriched the experience. And I felt like there was a lot of value in the instruction. In my experience, sometimes writing “classes” aren’t really about learning anything, they’re just some abstract discussion with maybe some writing prompts, and that frustrates me. I came to this class wanting to get better at the craft of the erotica genre, and I feel like the structure of this class really succeeds at teaching the “hows” of writing spicy. Honestly I’d take it again just to keep honing my skills.
— Rebecca Rose Vassy
Everyone’s encouragement and support. I felt very nervous initially, but ultimately feel incredibly motivated by everyone (and inspired by their works as well!).
— Rose Weaver
I loved how supportive everyone is.
— Ryder West
i truly love the positivity, focus on encouraging writers who are new to sharing, and tone set for all participants to be into mutual affirmations. the good-natured humour, also space to share emo reactions, safer space maintained for marginalized folks! i returned somewhat motivated by my story writing goals, but especially by desire for community with loving witty sex-scribing folk during dreary winter times. i also really love the care for providing writing structures and craft notes. overall the design evidences such investment in supporting participants’ needs and development as much as possible.
— seeley quest
I continue to love the ability to write whatever kind of content and then have people actually respond positively. That’s just something that continues to surprise me.
— Sharon
I find so much joy in work that is creative and challenging and fun and engaging. I loved being in a environment that really fostered that creativity and pulled from what we were organically doing. It was really lovely to be in a group of folks who have such an understanding of one another.
— Sharon Penance
I really loved the group and all the people who are so good at giving feedback. I love how nice and caring everyone in the group was. I felt really safe and at home with everyone – so thank you Sinclair, so much, for that. And the amazing TAs!
— Sophia
I loved the flow of the curriculum and how each week had a bunch of things to go through! Everyone was so respectful and kind and I felt inspired to create in a way I haven’t before!
— TJ Tafeda
How everyone was so supportive of one another. Sinclair and the TAs always gave back sound feedback. I didn’t feel that any feedback from the other writers was overly critical when I was reading responses. Everything was supportive and helpful. Can’t wait to read everybody’s books, blogs, and comic strips when they publish! I look forward to joining the group again next time!
— Tiffany
Breaking a story down into several components to work on really helped me focus on and complete a story. It took the idea of writing a short story, which can be overwhelming, and chunked it up into nice size bites. — Valluna Blue
10 Days of Writing Spicy Prompts
10 Days of Writing Spicy Prompts starts tomorrow, Friday, September 15th!
10 days of spicy erotica prompts is underway!
I’ll be posting one prompt every (week)day on Instagram, Twitter, and to via email untill October 4th. I’ll give you a few different options for the prompts, changing the pronouns or slightly tweaking the language — hopefully that gives you an idea of what you can do to *any* prompt, mine or not.
I’d love to see what these prompts inspire in you … please tag me @mrsexsmith, and use the hashtag #writingspicy when you share your work on Twitter, or in Instagram posts or stories, so I can see them (and share & repost!).
I’ll be sharing some of my responses to these prompts, too. Can’t wait to read what y’all come up with!
Add your email in below to receive the prompts by email
Check out the new queer porn site, QueerCrush
Have you seen QueerCrush yet?
QueerCrush is “a celebration of authentic lesbian passion and fun brought to you by director Electra Rayne and videograoher Dahlia Von Knight. … No fake orgasms or uncomfortable positions “for the camera”, just real, unscripted, authentic queer connection.”
I’ve been meandering around the (many!!) videos that are already live on the site. I recognize a few queer porn stars (heyyyy), some porn stars I’ve mostly seen in mainstream porn, and many folks who are brand new. There are a lot of folks with bigger bodies, quite a few people of color, and quite a few trans women. I am of course biased, and would love to hear more dirty talk, and more kink, and more D/s, and more strap-on sex, but there is some of that.
I’m still finding my personal favorites, but here’s a few that have caught my eye so far.
(Also, they have a pride month sale that is extending into Wrath Month (July), so you can get 20% off your membership for life if you sign up now!)
Asking For It – Sinn Sage and Teeny Steele
Love the spanking, slapping, and rough body play in the beginning of this one. It’s clear how much they were really in it with each other and delighting in each other’s bodies. I got distracted by the amazing lingerie — the garter and thigh straps — that Teeny was wearing, they’re so hot! I have often wished for a “lingerie / sex toys / decor featured in this video” list.
Grind – Alison Rey and Casey Calvert
I’ve seen Alison in (many) other mainstream porn, and often really enjoy her (keep an eye out for an upcoming post about daddy/girl porn, if that is a thing that you might like). I was quickly fascinated by the grinder that they’re using and went searching for it! When I asked Electra Rayne, she said she didn’t know, that Alison found it on Tiktok — which quickly led me to Uncover Creations Tentacle Grinder II (you’re welcome). I am not usually into grinder toys, but this scene made me want one. (Any recommendations? Leave ’em in the comments!)
Good Job – CeCe LaRue and Madam Morgan
I saw a gif of this scene — the nipple sucking part specifically — over on QueerCrush’s Twitter and immediately went to watch it. Love seeing all kinds of trans bodies in porn, and their pleasure and excitement about each other was smashing.
Dominate Me (Bonus Scene) — Electra Rayne and Alex de la Flor
I only planned to include three videos in this round up, but since this is a bonus video, consider this your bonus feature. Electra Rayne is summoned by Alex de la Flor, and then tops her magnificently. What really caught my eye, though, was the dildo Electra has — it’s probably the Carter from New York Toy Collective (don’t you think?), and it’s an ampallang piercing, horizontally through the glans. (Psst, use the code SUGARBUTCH to buy things at NYTC and get $5 off!) I had a piercing in one of my cocks once, but it got damaged (not because of the piercing) and I miss it, this made me want to run out and get another one. Maybe that should be on my kink bucket list for the second half of 2023.
I’ve barely scratched the surface of the dozens of videos on QueerCrush.
But I’m excited to see more! I’ve already got my eye on a few different scenes that I’m going to watch next. I don’t usually watch this kind of porn (I tend toward lots of dirty talk, lots of kink, lots of brutality, personally), but I have really enjoyed seeing people who look like me.
They are also interested in more masc performers on the site (Billy Lore, I’m looking at you!), so if you’ve got any requests or recommendations, or if you have wanted to play in some queer porn, you can reach out to QueerCrush and apply.
Don’t forget the Pride sale on QueerCrush is 20% off your lifetime membership!
