Your Hostess With the Mostess
I’m a 30-something English girl with a healthy/unhealthy (depending on your view) obsession with sex; a penchant for writing smut and a passion for taking pictures of her bottom.
This is my second attempt at imposing my lust-addled lunacy onto the interweb. I had another site for a couple of years which I eventually took down in October 2024. I started that site to post pictures of myself as a way of reclaiming my confidence, which had taken a bit of a battering as had other parts of me. I started off writing a one-line caption with the earliest posts. That developed into a paragraph, then several paragraphs and before you could say ‘show us your buns’, I was writing screeds. Later, I decided to try my hand at writing erotica, initially drawing on my own real-life experiences and then adding in some fiction as I began to develop my writing chops. The erotica eventually became the focus.
Rather than spend a lot of time weeding through the content on the old site, salvaging the good and having a bonfire with the rest, I eventually decided that a completely fresh start would be best, with the writing at the heart of it from the get-go.
What else to tell… Well, as will become clear from my posts, I am bisexual, very femme – meaning I spend too much money on lingerie, hosiery and heels – and am (now) loving life. Hey, it’s been a bit of a journey, and I can recommend the benefits of therapy!
My aim here is to strive towards excellence and write the best for you that I’m capable of.
Although the writing is now centre stage, I’m still going to post pictures. All of the pictures are of me, taken by me using some jiggery-pokery with remote apps and the like. I posted a little while ago about how I do it.
One day, I’d like to earn a bit of money from the writing to defray the costs involved (I ladder a lot of stockings), but for now, I’m doing it because I love it and to give expression to that side of myself.
I like to imagine that you’re a friend to whom I’m telling my tales. So, pull up a stool to the kitchen island, grab a breadstick and a glass of wine and let me tell you a story…
Jaimie xx
February 2025
Blogs That I Love
When I sort my shit out, I’ll make a little list to sit on the side of all my posts. Everything about site building is still a major effort, though, and takes hours of trial and error. I’m such a dunce with this stuff.
I love these blogs, and you should definitely get your ass over to their site and check out what they are doing:
Statement About The Online Safety Act 2023
This is a piece of UK legislation, which is now in force. The provisions of the Act which are of interest to consumers of online pornography have been relatively well publicised. Part 5 of the Act establishes duties on providers of online pornography, with the potential for fines of eye-watering magnitude.
In short, in order to protect children from seeing harmful material online, sites which provide pornography must have in place, a robust age verification system to prevent underage persons from accessing their site. The principle of protecting children is something with which I am totally on board.
The issue with the act is that it is like an ocean trawler – indiscriminate. It catches the big fish that it is aiming for whilst also destroying a lot else in its wake.
My previous statement here about this was a lengthy rant with a picture of my arse from 15 years ago. But really, what’s the point? So I’ll cut to the chase in case OFCOM come sniffing around. I’ll keep it brief.
Text (prose) is exempt as long as it is illustrated by a picture which is not, itself, pornographic. I don’t believe anyone could reasonably describe any of the pictures on this site as pornographic, and, therefore, I genuinely believe that this site falls outside the provisions of Part 5 of the act.
There is a significant cost attached to implementing a robust age check on this site. I couldn’t afford it, and no small site reasonably can. I want to play by the rules, but the rules are far from clear. If I am contacted by OFCOM about a perceived breach, I will act immediately; I have no wish to make a stand and be a martyr. The probable outcome is that I would just draw stumps and quit. Really hope it doesn’t come to that, but, hey, as we know, the law can be an ass.
Soshal Meejuh
Social media and I have, historically, not been friends.
There are various reasons for this, a lot of that due to an unfortunate tendency to be a bit needy at times and having a thin skin when someone says something horrid about me. I now have nothing to do whatsoever with the ‘main’ platforms, you know: Insta, X, anything to do with Meta. I’m trying to make it work for me and only have a presence on platforms which I feel are aligned with what I want and the sort of people that I want to engage with. I have a Tumblr and a Pinterest account, and the links are at the bottom of the home page, but really, I hardly bother with them.
I’m now most active on Mastodon and Bluesky. I strictly limit the amount of time I spend on them, but if you want to say ‘hi’ (other than in the comments on this site) and follow what I’m up to, those are your best options. While I’m trying to get a mailing list set up for this site, that’s your best option if you want to be notified when a new piece of erotica has dropped.
Artificial Intelligence
AI is pretty fucking crap, in my view. Call me a Luddite if you wish, but I haven’t seen a huge dividend from it to benefit mankind yet, apart from the handful of obscenely rich tech-bros who stand to get even richer at the expense of the rest of us and the environment.
I expect I shall expand this rant further, especially about how it’s always creatives who are getting fucked over. In the meantime, let me say two things: firstly, AI has not been used for any of the writing or photos on this site. It’s all my own work. The site design and building is all my own work too, but I don’t need to point that out because it’s a bit shit and AI would probably have done a better job, to be fair.
Secondly, since Sam Altman announced that TwatGPT will be able to produce erotica from December 2025, I have determined to do all within my extremely limited power to at least try and stop the robots scraping (that is, ‘stealing’) my work. It will probably be as effective as standing in front of an onrushing avalanche, whilst flipping it the bird, but it feels like we have to do something to protect our own work and, frankly, what it means to be a human. Anyone who would be satisfied with something ‘written’ by a piece of code about a topic as profoundly flesh-and-blood as sex and relationships is not the sort of person I really want hanging around me anyway, but I’ll be damned if I let my hard work be stolen without putting up some sort of fight.
Fuck the tech-bros. Vive la Resistance.
