This fabulous post about watching her partner suck cock on New Year’s Eve is written and read by Joy As It Flies.

Their cock is a thing of beauty. Just the right length, the perfect thickness, wrapped in his fist and then, when he drops it, landing hard and heavy on the pale expanse of their belly. He lies on his front between their open legs, and as he lowers his head he closes his eyes. They’re rimmed in kohl, dark and wet and glittering with intent, and as he opens his mouth to lick their length his painted lashes flicker against his cheekbones.

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This delicious morning fuck is written and read by Sherryl Blu of TintedBlu.com.

My eyes pinged open and in that very moment, I knew I wanted him.

As he snoozed beside me, I let my hand gently stroke at his face until he stirred.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “I want you to fuck me.”

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This glorious story about a caning experiment is written and read by Joy as it Flies. 

After I was tied up this morning, obviously my mouth and arse were used. Goes without saying. He took my photo and then had me stand with my knees bent while he caned my thighs and cunt. We had planned a science experiment wherein he would prove that I do actually enjoy being caned on the soles of my feet, by doing so and then seeing how easily he could push the dildo into my cunt – any resistance at all and he’d take me at my word.

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This glorious faceslapping femdom piece is written and read by The Gentle Domme. 

I’m kissing you. Maybe mauling is the better choice of words, since I kiss like bites, sometimes having to hold myself back from nibbling too hard on your pretty pink lips in the excitement of desiring more.

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This breathtaking story about a blow job in a sex cinema is written and read by Joy as it Flies. Note that this scene contains breath play and BDSM. 

I love sucking his dick. Jesus, I love sucking his dick. I love the taste of it, the feel of it, the way it fits between my lips, the dimensions of it perfect as it slides towards the back of my throat, awash with saliva. I love the rhythm of it – the change of pace as I move from active to passive, as we swap from me using my mouth to him using my mouth and back again. I do not love this man, I barely even know him, but I am utterly infatuated with the sensation of his dick resting on my tongue.

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