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Please may I see your dick?
This fabulous story about wanting to see your dick is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything.
Please, can I see more of you? I see you there, fully clothed, sitting with one leg propped on another, and I can’t help myself; what’s underneath? My eyes are drawn between your thighs again and again because I want to see, I want to know. It’s practically magnetic. My mind has conjured an image of you, but I want to see if it’s true. Does it look like it does in my dreams? There has been talk of it, deliciously course talk about what it can do to me, will do to me. But now, I need to see.
I want you to connect with this
I want you to connect with this blog post. I want that with all of them, but this one in particular. Dive in, let go, have fun. Don’t wonder where it’s going or what might happen next. I want you to connect with this story.
Guest blog: My fuckdoll – the world’s most overengineered hole
Today’s guest blog is a beautifully written and deeply hot fantasy about making someone into a silent, convenient fuckdoll. It’s got all the kink accoutrements that I know many of you love: leather, bondage, suspension, intensity, anal, vulnerability and more. One of the things it doesn’t include is any pre-scene negotiation or safety recommendations though. This is because it’s a fuckdoll fantasy rather than a how-to manual for life: it is based on real play, and a real-life dynamic, but the suspension/being left alone is an addition. Please bear that in mind if you want to create similar scenes with your own partners in future: if this appeals, you have to do the groundwork. And it’s so hotly written, weaving cold medical language with deep intimacy and pulsing desire that I’m pretty sure it’ll appeal to a hell of a lot of you…
Of whiskey, guitars and sex in cargo holds
This gorgeous story about fucking a hot guitarist is written and read by Carolyna Luna, and originally appeared on her website.
Ah, Blondie’s! I fucking loved that place. I always arrived before ten to snag a prime spot at the bar. It was the best vantage point to enjoy the local bands that frequently played there. It was also where Sheila, the bartender, liked to lean whenever she could sneak in a break to offer naughty banter. That night was no different.
Free use secretary 4: the stationery cupboard
If you’re familiar with the free use secretary stories that I wrote earlier this year, you’ll know what these erotic fiction pieces involve by now: a secretary who has ‘free use‘ (the ability for the boss to fuck her as and when he wants) written into her employment contract. So far in the series, my lovely free use secretary has been interviewed, fucked over a desk while her boss is on the phone to someone else, and then used as a fucktoy to impress visiting clients. In this instalment, she’s cornered in the stationery cupboard by two members of junior management, who decide they want a turn too. If you’d prefer to hear me read it into your headphones, support me on Patreon for access (but don’t worry if you can’t afford to – it’ll go up for free here eventually anyway). Note that as with all the stories in the wank tales series, they’re fantasy, not a way to behave in real life. I enjoy these scenarios in my head, because I have a kink for misogyny. But this one – like the others – involves implied non-consent/coercion, brutality, misogyny, and women being used like we’re merely holes: a fun space to play in theory, but never a way to treat people in the real world.