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“Point your toes”: he fucked me like he owned me
Sometimes I feel like part of my body still belongs to him.
Throughout my life I’ve been fucked in so many different ways: like I’m precious; like I’m trash; like they’re hungry and I’m the nearest hot meal… but only one or two men have ever fucked me like my flesh was theirs by right. Fucked me like they owned me. As if my body – my cunt, my thighs, my hands, my mouth, my heart – belonged to them exactly as much as their own. He was one of them.
My shirt becomes her shirt
This fabulously hot story about kink, ownership, longing and a shirt is written and read by the brilliant JM Seaborn of WrittenInKink. Note that it contains ‘Daddy’ as an honorific, all participants are over 18.
She doesn’t have to be up yet. She’s still in bed. One leg hanging invitingly outside of the blanket. I have to ignore it because I’m late for work and there is no time to climb back into bed and add to the bruises I gave her last night.
My legs are longer than my patience
This gorgeous kinky story is written and read beautifully by The Barefoot Sub, and originally appeared on her website.
“Be there by 7.30pm, I’ll arrive shortly before 7.45pm and I need you naked when I get there.”
Guest blog: When you loaned me out to your friend
This week’s guest post has me running eagerly to you yelling ‘THIS!’ – this is one of my absolute top fantasies, being loaned out by a lover to one of his friends and generally used and treated like a shareable toy. There’s something so delicious about the idea of being handed around like a particularly slutty package, and I think that this incredible guest writer – Vixen – has elevated it even further in the hotness by quoting from the actual voice notes sent between the men while she got thoroughly used. Please find yourself a quiet, private space and… ahem… enjoy.
Wear your wedding veil while I fuck you
This incredibly hot fantasy about getting fucked in a wedding veil is written and read by JM Seaborn of Written In Kink. Note that this story uses ‘Daddy’ as an honorific – everyone in this story is a consenting adult.
I had a notion. A question. A daydream. A fantasy. What if we had known each other before? When we weren’t allowed to know each other – at least not in the way we know each other now. Would you notice me? Would you want me? Would the hidden sub in you be able to spot the dominance in the softly spoken giant in front of you?