Unsurprisingly, the dirty Daddy kinky queer smut continues to be the posts with the highest traffic this year — including a variety of guest posts. Thank you to all the authors who let me publish their work! There are a few password protected posts on here, too, which is kind of surprising. Special thanks to everyone who supports me on Patreon (where you get access to the password protected posts, webinars, and more).
This year, Sugarbutch was also named the #1 LGBTQ sex blog! That is so thrilling, and I really appreciate all of you who read and engage with this work.
So here we go!
Here are the top 12 posts from 2021 here on Sugarbutch.
Content: D/s dynamics, control, orders between Sir/girl dynamic; voyeurism, strap-on sex, objectification, alcohol.
I stood in the doorway, entranced by the glow of the television highlighting C’s seated form—and the hand wrapped around their cock. The ache in my cunt grew as I watched them watching the screen, the drink in my hand forgotten as quickly as they’d forgotten me. I was surprised at how much I liked seeing them so lost in finding their pleasure through someone else.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to get me a drink, not stand in the doorway,” murmured C, eyes not leaving the screen as they languidly stroked themself.
Content: this story contains Daddy/girl dynamics and talk, jealousy, break-up sex, emotional sex and BDSM, and name calling.
I lean toward you like I did to that customer, oozing impersonal, subservient charm. “Why? Don’t you want to take me home?” I lean in closer, and you tilt your face toward mine. To kiss me now, after I cheated you and left you and teased you, would be the ultimate submission.
You cup the back of my head softly, so softly that I sigh without a sound, before grabbing a fistful of my hair at the root.
I gasp. Then I giggle. “Ooh, Daddy, that hurt. Do you feel better now, Daddy?”
You yank my head back, making me whimper mid-speech. “I’m not your Daddy anymore,” you hiss.
Milk, Part One (Password protected)
It’s creamier than I thought it would be, and tangier. It fills the back of my mouth and I let it pool and gather before I swallow, thick, running down my throat, heating me from inside. I feel it. I take it in. I take her in, part of her into me, part of her down deep.
Her milk. Mama’s milk. I get shivers when I think those two words together in this context, with this meaning. I feel the back of my tongue drop and my throat open. I suck her nipple deeper, pull the entirety of her big areola into my mouth, and part of her breast, scrape it with my teeth because I need it, need it, and she lets me be hungry, the hungry boy I am.
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. She paused for a moment, taking stock of her body. Her heart was pounding in her chest and sweat dripped down in rivers from her tits and thickly thatched armpits. It felt good. Alive. She waited just long enough for her ragged breath to steady before pressing on, eager for that sensation she could feel looming just out of reach.
Content: Daddy/girl language, Dominance/submission, teasing, verbal humiliation, possession, genital stimulation with a child’s toy
“C’mon, I don’t have all day, Girl. Crawl if you have too.”
I’m on all fours. She straddles me. Feeling the strap on me, I quiver. Eventually, I get to the bed.
“Put your arse up. Take a deep breath in. Good Girl. Now, I’m going to slide this in your cunt. It will go deep. I’ll reward you for making Daddy happy. With each inch of my cock I will feed you one strawberry. I want you to eat all 4. Once that’s done, you pat your cunt like a little kitten and come like a fucking train. Is that understood?”
In March 2021, I read some erotica for the reading series Listen To Your Skin, which has some featured readers and then an open mic where anyone can read. This is a video recording of my part.
I read some from Best Lesbian Erotica Volume 5, including my piece “Whatever I Want, Whatever I Say”. One of my favorite things to do when reading from a book is to have the audience call out page numbers, and I read that page — my goal for Sweet & Rough was for there to be something dirty on every page. It doesn’t always work, but it’s exciting to just drop in for a few paragraphs and see what it’s like.
After that, I read from Penetalia: Collegiate Erotica, which was published by a group of students at my university in 2004, and was one of my first erotica publications.
This is not at all intended to be a comprehensive list — there are hundreds of erotic films and novels out there, many of which are really good. These are, in my opinion, some of the best that I’ve ever seen. And because I’m queer as a three dollar bill, my suggestions tend to be pretty queer, too. If there’s a hetero-oriented book or film on here, it’s because it’s particularly good.
Content warning: sex scene, spanking, brat, dirty talk.
Her bottom is blushing pink under my palms, despite her dark skin; she is warming up quite nicely. She’s starting to move her hips in that undulating, pulsing desirous way that makes me ache to rip open the buttons of my fly and shove hard into her, bury myself up to the hilt. She’s still a little delicate for that. She wants romance, coaxing.
I’m getting a little tired of having to titrate my urges.
You probably know RodeoH — they make the strap-on harness briefs that made a huge splash ~15 years ago. Well, they’re making dildos now, and some of them are not only hyper-realistic, but have some incredible features I rarely see anywhere else.
Like for example: movable foreskin, and floating balls. Y’all. The skin slides! The balls feel so right and realistic. It quickly rose to my top favorite dicks ever. I haven’t even had it for very long — usually I like to test things out in a variety of conditions before I review them, but I just can’t wait to tell you about this one.
This Isn’t New (Password protected)
It started with some dysphoria. That feeling I often have early in the day when I’m still coming back to my body, still welcoming myself whole again, and noticing the lack. Craving some weight between my legs, craving the tug and pull, craving his mouth around me. So I pumped it, and we kept talking. It makes sense, when I think about it — how many years have I been writing about how cock-centric I am? How many years have I talked about wanting strap-on sex vs non-strap-on sex at a ratio of 10:1? This isn’t new.
“Do you have specific resources that you would recommend for me to share with someone who is new to the kink scene? Books, and also digital resources. Mainly tips and introduction writing that you trust.”
There are a lot of sub-categories within kink, BDSM, and fetish. Are you looking for books about bondage? There are dozens! Or books about the intersection of sex and spirituality? Quite a few there too. How about books on power dynamic relationships? That’s a whole other list! Generally, people tend to include all kinds of how-to sex books in beginning guides, too — particular topics like anal sex, threesomes, and strap-ons that are sometimes considered kinky, but sometimes not, depending. Then, all of that opens the doors for topics like open relationships, healing sexual trauma or trauma in general, porn, the ethics of desire and fantasy, embodiment, sexual orientation, gender identity, and more.
So I’m narrowing it down and focusing on more general kink community, culture, concepts, and getting started with kink play.
The Aftermath (Password protected)
We’re in the disaster; we’ve been it for thirteen months. But we’re starting to feel it stir. The newspapers say we can meet inside without masks; Facebook is full of informatics in carries shades of green, yellow, red, for what is safer and what is not. More and more of us are vaccinated. Things are opening up again.
And it’s spring. There is a burst of energy, a collective emergence, when the light starts coming back at the cross-quarter, and then a quickening at the spring equinox. The spring is a transition, like the fall, now happening in the Southern Hemisphere — unlike summer and winter, which are stabilizers. Waystations. Blossoms are here, planting, fistfuls of damp dark earth, the leaves uncurling from that baby-green color of chartreuse to the slightly more certain moss.