Delighted to welcome back this week’s guest blogger, whose first piece (a deeply intimate story about fisting and finally-requited-lust) was extremely popular here on the blog. Today’s gorgeous erotica focuses on an exquisitely intense moment – a snatched facefuck in the kitchen, on which anyone could walk in. I absolutely adore her style, and the intensity of this story spoke to so many of my kinks for being passionately grabbed and intensely used. Mmmm. Probably don’t read it on the bus, yeah?

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This gorgeous erotic story about tussling to be the top is written and read by Lou Kane and originally appeared on his website. 

Danny pulled themself into consciousness with a reluctance softened only by the warm, familiar body beside them. Dreaming had left them hungry and hard amidst soft pillows and blankets and even softer company. They curled against Max’s back, planting soft kisses along sharp shoulder blades as they experimentally thrusted against his ass.

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The next time I see my boyfriend, I’m going to make sure I brush my lips really slowly against the soft skin in the curve between his neck and his shoulder. I’m going to run my hands up the back of his t-shirt and relish the warmth of his body through the cotton. I’m going to tell him ‘I missed you’ and mean it more than I have since early August, when I very rudely disappeared for two whole weeks in the early days of our relationship. On the morning I returned from that trip, we went to the pub for a couple of hours before I took him home to my place, and when I stood up to get my round in, I ran my fingertips down the back of his head – recently-but-not too freshly-shaved, feather soft against my skin. He later whispered to me that the touch had made his cock jump. So fuck it, yeah: the next time I see my boyfriend, I’ll want to do that again too.

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This fabulous queer erotic fiction about sex in the club is written and read by Lou Kane and originally appeared on his website. 

The smell always hits me first. The stale, piss-flavored beer soaked into the floorboards that mingles with the sweat pouring out of every orifice to create a humid halo above the masses.

It’s disgusting.

I love it.

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This gorgeous story about the fuck that might have been is written and read by Robyn of Robyn Eats Everything. 

As their laughter petered out, they glanced at their phone; it was getting late, did I want to share a cab home? I licked the back of my teeth before I answered, yes, please. Their hand found the small of my back as they guided me out the door, into the night.

Outside, the air was close but there was a shiver as they moved closer to me. The cab was only a minute away, they said, as they brushed the hair back from where it had stuck to my forehead. There was brief eye contact, their confident smile, before fingers traced down my cheek.

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