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Christmas MMF threesome: The 3-in-1 Secret Santa gift
This stunningly hot Christmas story about an MMF threesome (Santa, pls note, I want one of these in my stocking – GOTN) is written and read by the fabulous Sherryl Blu.
Christmas in the corporate world was always a pretty standard affair. As the executive assistant for the office, in the weeks leading up there would be a steady stream of edible goodies plonked on the desk in front of me. It always attracted a crowd of employees throughout the day. It would be boxes of quality street, Heroes, Roses and… mince pies. There was always mince pies, lots of them because most people didn’t seem to like them. Then there was the not-obligatory-but-if-you-didnt-go-you-would-get-frowned-upon work Christmas lunch and of course the piece de resistance…the Christmas party. It was pretty much the event of the year – highly publicised and often talked about for months afterward.
Cuck under the mistletoe
This gorgeous story about hot group sex under the mistletoe is written and read by the fabulous Sherryl Blu.
I’ve been with my guy for almost 8 years now and things are great. We have a remarkable life, we do a lot of things together, rarely argue and have amazing sex.
“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.
Impossible fantasies: The corridor of pain and fucking
This fantasy is written and read aloud as audio by Blake (aka Pandora Blake) who runs the incredible Dreams of Spanking website. Blake is one of my adult industry heroes – they create fabulous queer, kinky content, fight against industry censorship, and they’re also one of the first people I ever worked with in this industry. I owe so much of my knowledge and passion to them. A while ago Blake and I collaborated on a couple of really fun interviews – you can find one half on my Patreon here and the other on Blake’s Patreon over here. As part of that collaboration we also exchanged a few audio porn stories to be published on each other’s websites. I shared some of my spankier fantasies with Dreams, and they shared some stunning spanking fantasy erotica with me as well. On top of this, Blake very kindly let me publish this fantastic extract from the first draft of their book on erotic fantasies. It’s dark and raw and – thanks to Patreon terms and conditions – impossible to publish over there or as part of the Patreon-funded audio project. Hence why it’s going up here in the guest blog slot. I’m so honoured that Blake is up for sharing this piece, and I hope that reading or listening to it gives you a taste of why I’m such a fan of their style: embracing and accepting the taboo things that our sexual selves often desire, while understanding the clear line between our fantasies and reality. Note that this story includes themes of implied non-consent and sex slavery, bondage, severe corporal punishment and penetration – particularly anal penetration with a biological cock.
Impossible fantasies
Our earliest fantasies often have so much longevity because they arose during a time characterised by intense pubescent longing. Our first crushes, the first glimpses of another person which turned us on – all these are memories of wanting something we couldn’t have.