Tag Archives: begging
Precipice: kinky edging erotica
This stunning kinky edging erotica is written and read by Spencer Pritchard.
Sharp ropes bite into my wrists with every involuntary squirm of my body. The stiff back of the chair that my hands are tied behind pushes my straining biceps. Every muscle in my body is taut. Aflame with the constant pressure of being kept on the edge of coming.
Harness the passion: a strap on fantasy
This gorgeous strap on fantasy is written and read by Euphemise This, and originally appeared on her website.
She had waited excitedly for the postie to arrive and, now that the parcel was in her hands, thoughts of her upcoming hot date became incredibly vivid in her mind. She had selected next-day delivery so that there was time for testing before use, and couldn’t hide her smile as she signed for the package. Taking the tissue-wrapped treasures out of their box, she realised that the alone time necessary to test everything out definitely couldn’t wait until the evening.
Use me, please use me
This incredible piece – ‘use me’ – is written and read by Robyn of Robyn Eats Everything and originally appeared on their website.
You seem stressed today, darling. A little frazzled around the edges, as though you’re tired of everything and everyone. What do you need? I know, how about you fuck my throat until it’s raw?
You only had to ask
This gorgeous piece about yearning for anal play is written and read by Lou Kane and originally appeared on their website.
The sun had only just crested the horizon, its first butter-yellow rays invading the small bedroom D and I shared. My fingers were already at work. It was a standing rule that I was allowed to touch myself without asking permission if D was asleep; lately, I’d been pushing that rule to its outermost limit.
Fucking a stranger: Tell me what you need
This incredible story about fucking a stranger is written by Robyn, and originally appeared on their website – Robyn Eats Everything.
The most intriguing guy had just walked into the hotel bar. I wish I’d seen him enter and watched his strong stride from the far end of the room, but my attention was on the bright laptop screen, freckled with coffee from an accident the week before. I’d rewritten the same sentence seven times even before my peripheral vision picked up his bright white shirt against the wood paneling. This weekend away was meant to break my writer’s block; all it’d done was break my bank balance in this bar.