This is part 2 of Isabelle Lauren‘s gorgeous lesbian adventure story, read by Carolyna Luna. This part leaps straight in to the action where the previous one left off. You can catch up on part 1 – I want to taste you – at that link.

I hand her the butt plug and suddenly, I don’t want to try it anymore. I’m scared it will hurt. But I know I will regret it forever if I back out.

“Lie down on your back, feet up.”

It sounds almost clinical, but it’s the right tone. My nervousness disappears and I get into position.

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This fabulous piece about fulfilling her craving for big tits is written and read by the brilliant Sherryl Blu. 

I’d regularly daydream on how amazing it would be to be smothered with a set of juicy size 36DD boobs – that’s 36DD at the minimum! I’d often close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to play with myself whilst being force fed a fully erect nipple.

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This fabulous adventure with the Sex Scientist featuring a pink pussy pump is written by EL Byrne of Lustitude, and originally appeared on her website. It is read here by Girl on the Net. 

“If you order more stuff, look for some pussy pumping device,” his text read.

“You want me to order one if I find?” I typed, my mind already whirling with possibilities.

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This is part two of the story ‘Gangbanged’ – catch up on part 1 here. At the end of that tale, Ariadne’s guy told her the men he’d enlisted for that gang bang had new plans… Content Note: This erotic fiction contains elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism which may not always be ethical to do in real life. Everything that happens to the narrator is consensual.

The last place I expected to be fucked by someone I barely know was in a clothing shop changing room but that’s where the plans my guy tantalised me with after my gangbang started to unfold, almost two months later. Long enough for me to think it was just something he’d said to get me off and forgot all about it.

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This deliciously hot car sex story is written and read by Tabitha Rayne. 

Of all the people to pick up at the airport, it had to be Sabrina. I waited where I was, engine purring, just a few seconds longer to take in the sight of her. Classic pose, trolley full of Louis Vuitton luggage, sunglasses swept up onto her head holding her dancing soft curls perfectly off her face. A face so fresh, it did not look like it had just arrived from a six-hour flight.

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