Welcome to
Reality

Real Bodies. Real Experiences. Real Stories.

This is where fantasy stops being just a desire and starts becoming real.

Come follow my adventures as I question desire with real people, real kink and all the sweat, nerves, lust, and awkward fuck-ups that come with it. This space is horny, honest, and hungry. It’s about pushing limits, craving connection, and having experiences that once would’ve made you clutch your pearls.

It’s about getting it wrong, getting it right, and getting turned on along the way.

Expect sexiness, humour, and vulnerability, but also boredom, mundanity, and the occasional underwhelming experience. Because that’s real life.

If you’re looking for your next weekday recipe, you’re in the wrong place.

If you’re curious, messy, and ready to feel something?

Lean in closer and let’s get into it.

Welcome to Fantasy

Are you ready to misbehave?

This is where fantasy slips its hand into yours and leads you down the winding path to a world unlike our own.

These are erotic stories written to get you hot under the collar, restless under your belt, and thinking about things you absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

This is where you can unwind, drop the real world, and tumble down the rabbit hole.

Here, romance is hot and handsy, curiosity is rewarded, and horny thoughts are not just allowed

Oh the places it will go.

"Are you having another shower?” Paul yelled out over the sounds of crashing that were coming from the kitchen. “Yes!” I shouted back as my briefs dropped to the bathroom floor. I stood still for a second as my eyes flicked around my naked body, taking it all in. I’m about to hit 40, and it feels like the body I’m looking at doesn’t even belong to me anymore. I don’t recognise the person in the mirror; I still expect to see the 22-year-old. Young, fun, and full of cum. “W

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Do it for the story.

I stood across the street, the black, nondescript gate in front of this nondescript building on the nondescript high street in East London staring back at me. I could feel my palms get clammy in my gloves. Nothing about this building would make you think something was going on in there. Maybe that’s the fun of it, that between the Tesco Express and the artisanal pudding café (whatever that is) was an experience waiting to happen. That is why I am here. Weeks into the New Year

6 hours ago6 min read

Welcome to Reality

Welcome to Fantasy

Oh the places it will go.

Do it for the story.

Welcome to
Reality