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The switch: “Now, it was my turn…”
This fabulous switch sex story is written and read by Robyn of Robyn Eats Everything.
I like it when an old fuck gets back in touch. They must have been reminiscing about me, my body, maybe what I can do with my mouth. They must have been feeling horny, feeling excited, feeling perhaps a little desperate. The first time round must have been good enough to merit a sequel, hopefully. Knowing someone is thinking about me that way, taking time over memories of me, is delicious.
Backstage girl: used after the gig
This delicious fantasy about being the ‘backstage girl’ is written and read by the fabulous Barefoot Sub, and originally appeared on her website.
There I was, outside the door that would take me to him. I had dreamt about this moment since he first came into my life, since the first time I was allowed to see him, albeit a photograph. Though the fantasy that I knew would never be brought to reality had been deep-rooted since my teens, being invited to one of his gigs was almost as good. I could stand in the crowd, listen to him play, watch his fingers dance over the frets knowing exactly what those fingers could do. I would mirror those fingers as I followed my instructions, to edge myself during the course of his set. I wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but he wanted to be able to find my eyes and see my heat through the crowd.
Post-shower rimming: So I sat on his face…
This glorious rimming story is written by David of The Big Gay Review, and originally appeared on his website. It is read aloud here by Luke.
I finish drying myself after the bath, slip on a pair of briefs and head upstairs to the bedroom. As I enter, he’s fresh out of the shower himself. He lies across the bed, his skin still glistening with water droplets; and the room is filled with the sweet, musky scent of his shower gel.
Free use secretary 2: The phone call
Remember my free use secretary from about a month ago? How she got fucked in the middle of a job interview while doing a sterling job of pretending it was completely normal to get railed over your prospective boss’s desk while discussing salary expectations? Remember how we’ve talked about my kink for misogyny and the fact that it manifests in fantasies but should never be practiced in real life outside of a safe (and consensual) playspace? OK sweet. Well, she’s back. This is the next in the wank tales series. There are multiple free use secretary scenarios (catch the third, like wank-fantasy-Pokémon, if you support me on Patreon). This one’s called ‘the phone call’, and it features dubious consent (possibly coerced, maybe outright non-consent, I’ve tried to write in some consent cues but it’s borderline), plus other things that might be triggering to some people like choking, voyeurism and aggressively entitled posh bankers called Tarquin.
Silence: watching him touch his cock
This incredible piece about watching him touch his cock in bed in the dead of night is written by David of The Big Gay Review, and it is read aloud here by Luke.
I was awoken by the gentle trembling of the bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the bedroom, I looked over to his side. What I saw was not what I was expecting. I lay there in complete silence as I observed the scene.