One of the things I love about kink is the challenge of it, when it’s hard. Being pushed within boundaries by a dominant and feeling that rush of knowing you took something hard. Today’s incredible guest blog, by Komplicated Kitty, is exactly that – a gloriously hot, intense kink scene which made me feel like I was being pushed along with the author. And hurt, satisfied, whipped, beaten, nudged… it’s glorious.

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This kinky story is written and read by The Barefoot Sub, and originally appeared on her website. Note that this story features bondage and knife play – all used in a consensual way. 

“It will be fun” he said as he took my hand, encouraging me from the bed. “You won’t need to get dressed, just stay as you are.”

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I’m such a sucker for anticipation and build-up, so when the fabulous SymTrkl (who has written here beautifully before about gender-affirming ways to fuck) pitched me a post combining aching anticipation with a hands-free orgasm I was absolutely over the moon. She writes with such warmth and affection, while also making this whole story exquisitely horny. Huge thanks to her for this gorgeous piece.

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This gorgeous piece of erotica about watching someone and being watched absolutely crackles with anticipation. It is written by the fabulous mudkri, and originally appeared on her website. 

I like pencils. Real old-fashioned HB pencils. Pencils that go in the crank sharpener. Pencils that grind into the perfect point. Pencils that give a crisp ‘tick’ on a piece of paper. None of this mechanical pencil stuff. A mechanical pencil is not going to hold up your hair in the middle of the day. Only a sturdy and reliable pencil will do. Pencils are sexy.

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This fabulous (and clever!) piece that turns testing sex toys into a super horny erotic scene is written and read by The Barefoot Sub. 

The doorbell shrieked, cutting through the static of my empty head! I’d been staring at a blank screen for what felt like hours, the cursor blinking away on the screen as I wracked my brain, attempting to get the words out. Waiting for my local courier to drop off my sinful delivery, certain I was distracted by the pleasure to come. Surely this was it? Though the regular driver would usually leave it in my safe space. Jumping up, I went to see who it was.

“Sophie,” I beamed, “you decided to take me up on the offer of a cuppa? Your timing couldn’t have been better.”

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