When this week’s guest blogger got in touch with his story, he initially mused that perhaps the reason he was telling it was that he just wanted to brag. To which my response was – and will always be – BRAG AWAY, MY FRIEND! One of the things that keeps me coming back to blogging, and keeps me greedily hoovering up the stories you pitch for the guest blog slot, is the extra gratification that a particular sex story, kink or fantasy has when you share it with other people. I live for bragging: whether it’s telling my friends I got laid or hearing them get laid in turn. Telling you about my wanks, or – in the case of this week’s guest blogger – hearing a fabulous tale of how he became a multi-orgasmic man (a very rare thing for a cis dude!) and started having the best sex of his life.

CN: brief references to abuse. 

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This gorgeous story is written by Quinn Rhodes, and originally appeared on his website. It is read here by Matt Johnson. Note this story includes degradation and exhibitionist sex.

Showing off my new (and very tight) jeans to the sadist I’m flirting with right now gave me the idea for a fuck. A fuck that’s so harsh that every stroke is a painful reminder that I’m their slut. I think that’s something they could dish out – and get off on making me take for them. So I wrote about it, featuring a dominant enby and a slutty transmasc queer at a sex club…

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What better way to kick off 2022’s new guest blogs than with something riotously hot and delightfully kinky courtesy of @JenetalTorture? As you know, I am a huge fan of Jenby’s amazing adventures, and the way she writes about them gets me hot for kinks I’d previously not even considered – surveillance kink, bimbofication and lots more. Today’s story touches on one of my own hot fantasies: being ordered under the table to be used by the people sitting around it. Plus, it has a side-order of pink fishnet, latex and erotic hypnosis. Unngh. 

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This gorgeous story about caring kink and a Plague Doctor mask is written by The Queer Earthling, and read aloud here by My Wild Lens. Content note: this story features intense impact, COVID-19 mentions, D/s dynamics including “Daddy”, and medical play (kinda).

It’s my metamour’s fault, really. He’s the one who asked Damien to take a picture in their plague doctor outfit, so he could use it as a desktop wallpaper.

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There are marks on my thighs, on my arse, on my tits, and on my brain. All of those marks will fade. I could take pictures of the first three, but I’m terrible at photos, and even my very best attempts can’t hope to capture the things I really want to remember. The ache in my limbs and the sting of the flogger and the satisfaction of being held down and fucked. The all-encompassing, electric joy of getting ruined by two people at once.

This post features BDSM and impact play, some of it quite vicious. All of it extremely consensual. I don’t know how well I have written consent into this story, because I am too busy trying to capture the things that happened, but yeah… please understand that holy shit this is all consensual-as-fuck. It was more than consensual: it was a fucking gift.

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