We have all had that first time sex experience. What was your first time like? We’re you ready? Were you nervous? Do you regret it? Was it exciting and sensual and everything you hoped it would be? After the very first time you continue to experience more firsts. Your first blowjob. Your first threesome. The first time you realized the way you enjoyed sex was different than the way others enjoyed it. And somewhere in there you even experienced your first orgasm. Tell us about one of your firsts.

– Prompt by Stella Kiink


I was sixteen when I lost my virginity. It was at a party, in a muddy stockyard, in the middle of winter, with a boy, G, from school. We’d been eyeing each other up for weeks, flirting during class, hooking up at various social events, things going further and further until the urge to have sex was itching at us both like a hair shirt, maddening in its intensity.

We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend but that didn’t matter to me – or him. I was never a hearts and flowers sort of girl and, unlike a lot of my peers, who generally had far more romantic notions when it came to giving away their virginity, I had a somewhat more pragmatic approach to sex. (Much to their consternation, my world-view didn’t really require that the boy I lost it to take me to the movies for six months and then profess his undying love over a candlelit supper.) Bluntly, having had a satisfying relationship with my own hand for quite some time, I was intrigued by the possibilities presented by a penis and didn’t place much value on waiting to ‘do it’ with someone special. My first time was very much something to get out of the way so that I could move on with experimenting and enjoying my sexuality.

I should say at this point that, although G and I weren’t officially an item, we were attracted to one another. With every look we shared – in the lunch queue, during seemingly endless maths lessons – the promise of sex was there and by the time the night in question rocked around, we both knew what was going to happen. He’d never done it before, either, and with the party raging in a woolshed roughly fifty metres away, the cold night air attacking every exposed bit of skin as we partially undressed and fumbled about in the dark with a condom it was, frankly, pretty awkward and uncomfortable. But neither of us was dissatisfied. Even more surprisingly, rather than it being a case of lost interest after the fact (as I suspected it would be) our desire to connect, against all odds, increased.

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Image: Lux soap by Mario Spann 

Happy Friday, all!

Today, a final Scene teaser to kick off the weekend, which (all limbs crossed) should be available to purchase via The Zon within the next 24 hours. This excerpt is taken from a story titled Soap and was a blast to write, although, at times, I did question whether it might squick my readers out. Ah, well. Nothing ventured and all that. If you love the idea of punishment and being taught a lesson? This one’s DEFINITELY for you …

*Missed the first Scene teaser, An Unexpected Fare? You can find it here.



I scramble onto the bed and lie my still-damp body down on the rumpled white sheets.

The seconds tick by. Then the minutes.

When he finally reappears the wash of relief makes my eyes prickle. But then I see the soap in his hand. “So,” he says coldly, peeling back the wrapper to reveal a snowy-white bar. “It seems we have two issues.” He crumples the paper and drops it to the floor. “One,” he pins me with his icy blue eyes, “lying.”

I shake my head. “I’m so sorry. I had every intention of–

The frigid look he gives me kills my apology dead.

“Two,” he continues, his mouth twisting with annoyance “your aversion to both my cum and your own.” He takes a step towards the bed and I clutch at the sheet beneath me. “The first,’ he says, placing a knee on the mattress and leaning down to press a palm to my forehead, “I think we can deal with very effectively with this.” He brings the bar of soap to my mouth. “Open.” Continue reading


London Taxi

Image: London Bus and Taxi at Night – Tim Sheerman-Chase

Today’s Scene teaser, an excerpt from An Unexpected Fare. 

I’ve been in countless London restaurants and black cabs over the years and have often wondered what sorts of deliciously deviant things go on in back seats or at tables, in full view of drivers and waiters. I’m sure we’ve all played footsie, surreptitiously fondled under cover of a tablecloth. Perhaps felt a hand slip discretely beneath our skirt. But what happens when it goes further? A lot further. And your most avid watcher isn’t a stranger?



“What are you doing?” she says, hoarsely, as soon as he’s out of earshot, her gaze fixed on the white linen tablecloth.

Slowly, deliberately, I move my trapped index finger so that the very tip of it grazes her clit, light as a butterfly, through her lace underwear. “What does it look like I’m doing, pet?” I say quietly. “I’m touching my wife.”

She sucks in a breath and casts a sharp glance at me before slowly dropping her eyes to look at her right wrist, still caught in Paul’s hand. “And Paul?” she whispers, not daring to look at him. “What’s he doing?”

I lean down, press my mouth to the milky skin between her neck and shoulder, catch her flesh between my teeth and bite lightly.

“Why, you, of course.” Continue reading


I suspect that those of you who are regular visitors to Chintz already know that I have a bit of a thing for BDSM (No, Jane! Really?!), so it should come as no great surprise to learn that Scene, the collection of sexy, sinful shorts I’ve been working on for the past month or so is, well, a wee bit kinky.

Last Friday, I revealed the cover. Today – and over the coming week – I’d like to tease you a little about what’s lurking behind it. What sorts of stories have I written, exactly? What manner of delicious perviness might you expect to find within? Perhaps the blurb will give you a bit of a clue … Continue reading


Photo courtesy of A to sub Bee

Welcome to Elust #63 -

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. Want to be included in Elust #64? Start with the rules, come back November1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

I am Sexy at Every Size
Censored? Never By My Hand #DarkErotica #BDSM

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Show Me, Daddy
The pride of being a dom

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Ask Better Questions

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You may have noticed, dear readers, that things have been rather quiet around here lately. I’ve not been posting quite as frequently as usual and that’s because I’ve made a decision to focus the majority of my time on writing rather than blogging. Trying to maintain a balance between the two has proved somewhat tricky over the past year and, bluntly, I’ve come to the conclusion that I just don’t have enough hours in the day to do both.

So, what does that mean in real terms? Well, that I’ll still be posting about all the stuff I normally do but less frequently. And, of course, there will be a little more emphasis on the stories I’m working on going forwards. To that end, I’m really, really excited to announce that I have a little collection of shorts in the pipeline, which, all going to plan, should be available to purchase, courtesy of the Zon, in the next week or so. If you’re a fan of voyeurism – with a little side-order of erotic humiliation – then this dirty little number will likely be right up your alley. Do I have a cover? Why, yes! Yes, I do:


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Bound for Trouble

I have a tattoo. Okay, it’s not a real one (details, details) but it is pretty awesome if I do say so myself.

Yep, thanks to smut goddess and author-stroke-editor extraordinaire Alison Tyler (a.k.a. Trollop with a Laptop), I am officially part of her Bound for Trouble Tattoo Tour, helping promote her tenth bondage-themed anthology for Cleis Press via those three words emblazoned across my stomach. Oh, and I get to hang out with the tour cool kids, such as Tamsin Flowers, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sommer Marsden and Oleander Plume. (Ah, yes. They’re running for cover even as I type that. Hey, I said they were cool – I didn’t say I was!) Continue reading