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An insane titty tease with double penetration
This stunning double penetration story is written and read by Sundial, and originally appeared on her website.
I woke up later that night, when you both came into the room.
“I don’t know,” he said, “I just don’t know if I can keep my hands off her.”
“Mate, we’re fine. Do what you want, we’re fine, really.”
You can feel your lover’s pulse with one finger
You can feel your lover’s pulse with one finger. You know this, of course, but I bet you don’t think about it often. I thought about it the other day and the force of it hit me like a punch in the chest. You can feel the thud of their blood running through their body, keeping them alive. The heartbeat that powers the person who makes you quiver with need. The one you want to bury your nose, your face, your fucking life in… you can feel your lover’s pulse with a single finger. Isn’t that awesome?
I want you to fuck me with my knickers on
This delicious story about asking to get fucked with knickers on is written and read by the fabulous Molly Moore, and originally appeared on her website.
“Stop” he says. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my knickers off,” I reply over my shoulder.
“Well don’t,” he responds and I can hear the slight husk in his throat that tells me he means it. I stop what I am doing. Straightening the lace back over my hips and bum, I then turn to face him.
Twist again: Playful humiliation in bondage
This wonderfully playful humiliation story is written and read beautifully by The Barefoot Sub, and originally appeared on her website. Note that this story contains bondage BDSM and gags – all used in a consensual way.
It didn’t take much for her to feel off balance. He’d not bound her arms behind her back this time, but he had made her “comfortable” in the stiff posture collar and blindfold. Binding her voluptuous breasts in a tight harness. Her luscious nipples presented for the weighted clamps to be attached to. Occasionally he tugged these, his dark chuckle reverberating through her soul as muffled groans escaped her gagged lips.
Fishnets and his favourite t-shirt
She puts on the fishnets with no knickers. The tights are medium gauge, with holes just wide enough that you can easily stick a finger through to rip them. She’s never worn them like this before, and the cool air on her cunt feels strange when it’s also flimsily caged. Strange but good. Next she puts on the t-shirt he left on her bedroom floor last night. A faded black one with the logo of one of his favourite bands. If you’re joining me in this fantasy, feel free to pick whichever shirt has most resonance for you: maybe it’s the home kit from your football team, a flannel one that you wear around the house on lazy, happy days, maybe it’s merch from your favourite festival, whatever. Pick whichever you’re most likely to leave on your girlfriend’s bedroom floor. Whichever shirt you’d most like to dress your partner in before you fuck them. She puts on the fishnets and that shirt, then angles the mirror.