This fabulous group sex party story is written by Spencer Pritchard, and read by Matt Johnson. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off you as you gracefully strode towards me. Confidence oozed from that huge grin you give, perfectly complemented by your delicate features, your talkative eyes and a sharp jawline. It was a face that I’d known my whole adult life. From first meeting you at college and an all too brief relationship, through a strong friendship which I eventually lost track of, to a reconnection built on understanding and empathy, truth and honesty, love and regrets. A face that had always brought a deep, wide smile to mine.

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While I work on commissioning more guest audio porn (there’s still time to submit before 1st June if you would like your work turned into audio porn!), the usual guest slot will be filled with improv erotica: stories inspired by suggestions from Patreons, who have chipped in some amazing scenarios. They give me a name, a kink, a location and an object and I try to write these into fun pieces of horny flash fiction. This week’s piece about being humiliated in the urinals is a lovely excuse to wallow in a kink I adore but rarely get to do (and therefore write about): watersports/piss. Obviously don’t read/listen if that’s not your thing – there’s plenty of other audio porn here. 

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I pulled the title for this from a line in this post, and I think it’s apt – this story absolutely aches and throbs with need. Sometimes I read erotica so good I realise I’m holding my breath. This is one of those pieces. No more intro, here’s @mudkri.

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This fabulous fantasy about having someone hold you so another person can fuck your face is written by On Queer Street and originally appeared on his website. It’s read here by Girl on the Net. Note that it includes femdom with teasing and/or mind-fucking.

I play with your hair in public. My hand is on the back of your neck, possessively; you’re hyper-aware of my fingers, twisting through your soft curls. To anyone else it would look like a gesture of casual affection, but you know it’s a subtle display of my dominance. Your dick knows it too, already hard in your jeans. You shift uncomfortably, trying to distract yourself from your arousal and focus on the conversation around us.

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If you want me to ask for a spanking, all you need to do is text before our date and tell me exactly that. If you want me to suck your dick? Likewise. Just issue an order and I’ll drop to my knees the second it’s convenient to do so. But if what you want is to have me eating out of the palm of your hand, the most dominant thing you can do is not fuck me.

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