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Sometimes I like to suck cock as self-care
When I’m feeling shitty, I like to suck cock. One of the most frustrating things for me about not having a live-in partner any more (if you discount the fact that, you know, I miss him terribly) is that there’s no easy-access dick to suck when I’m feeling unloveable and down.
Gangbanged – he fulfils her cock-hungry fantasy
This fabulous story about getting gangbanged is written and read by Ariadne Awakes. Note: everything that happens to the narrator is pre-planned and entirely consensual.
Each time I hear another pair of footsteps entering wherever it is that he’s handcuffed me, my heart skips another beat and my clit throbs. They don’t speak, but I can feel the air charged with their need, their smell, their lust.
End of No Nut November: a month’s worth of spunk
This story could start at a number of different points. It could begin on the first of December, with me marching through a rainstorm along a muddy canal path, determined not to be late to meet the lovely man who’d promised to fill me with spunk. I could start it a bit earlier, in November, with PMs back-and-forth about sexual frustration and oceans of jizz. But really it begins on October 31st, with a message I sent to this dude which said: ‘Are you doing NNN this year?’
My boyfriend wants your cock and so do I
This glorious story – My boyfriend wants your cock and so do I – is written and read by Ariadne Awakes. Find her other work here on Literotica, and check out her Patreon for more amazing audio smut.
You decide to bring my fantasy to life one night when you invite your friend around to fuck me. It turns out you’ve got fantasies of you own. How did you know they were mine too?
“If you’re a very good girl for me and let him fuck you hard, I might just suck his big dick for you, how about that?”
And just like that, all the doubt and panic melts away and I’m on him.
Sober sex: chasing the fuckrush
I start this fucking weird day (a day which I hope will contain at least some weird fucking) with two cups of coffee. And then a third, to be on the safe side. But you can’t get high on coffee… at least I can’t. I’m meeting this guy at eleven am, and we’re going to fuck in his hotel. At eleven. In the morning. I am stone cold fucking sober, and sober sex is a pretty new kink.