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Nymphomania and the single girl: Lo goes down
The following is an extract from Match, Cinder & Spark Volume 1: Nymphomania and the Single Girl – written by H.H. of MySexLifeWithLola.com. The audio is read here by Jupiter Grant. You can buy the full audio book on Audible (UK) or Audible (US).
I kissed lower, down to her firm six-pack abs and I was unsure of how far I should or would go, but when I kissed my way down to her lovely navel, I could smell her dripping sweetness from below – that lovely scent that I’ve missed. When my nose sensed – like an animal – her in heat, I knew that I couldn’t stop.
Amazing guest blogs of 2015 – part 1
Next up in the series highlighting great guest blogs from the archive, here are a few of my favourites from 2015. There were so many amazing guest blogs in 2015 I’ve split this into a few parts. In this part: snogging in lifts, a pegging spitroast, glory holes, and the sexiest thing I have ever read on the subject of Rocket Raccoon… (more…)
Guest blog: Discovering my sexuality
This fantastic guest blog is written by a brand new sex blogger – Quinn! Quinn goes by @OnQueerStreet on Twitter (and here on Patreon too!), and blogs about a whole bunch of sexy things. I was totally honoured that Quinn wanted to contribute a guest blog to me, and delighted that it explores so much of hir internal wonderings on sex, sexuality and identity.
The actual joy of sex: advice I’m giving myself
For the last couple of months, when we kissed, the first thought to flash through my mind was: “this is supposed to be fun.” I told myself over and over, like a mantra, willing it to come true. Sometimes it did, more often it didn’t. The actual joy of sex was lost to me, and I worried I’d lost it forever.
Guest blog: peanut butter, jam and my best friend
Some of my best friends are lovers. And some of my favourite lovers have been truly exceptional friends. I adore stories about those moments where friendship crosses over into sex, or vice versa, and this week’s guest blog explores one of those moments with such playful, impulsive sexiness that you’ll probably wish you’d met her and her best friend too.
So: whether you’ve slept with your best friend, or never even dreamed of it, I hope her story gives you something beautiful to think about over the weekend.