I don’t know who needs to hear this, but some of you will so I’ll say it. That thing you’ve been itching to do for ages? You should do it on your own.

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This fabulous story is part 6 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on parts 1-5 here (and you totally should because they are incredible). This piece picks up where the last one ended, with Sundial begging for a spanking… 

My naked body’s bent face down over the table, hands balled into fists by my head. Your hand is pushing into the small of my back. With your other, you stroke the wooden spoon over my ass, teasing me with it, and my anticipation builds. I’m feeling so exposed, the buzzing plug compounding my predicament. I’m wondering how hard you’re going to hit me. And I can’t wait for it to begin.

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As someone who had sex for the first time impulsively, reading this guest blog made me feel like I’d missed out on something really cool. I am so grateful to this guest blogger for sharing her experience of first time sex – the knowledge that you’re about to do this thing comes with such resonance and power. And she’s captured it in quite breathtaking detail. Please welcome this week’s anonymous guest, and join me in the thrilling journey that she takes us on, as she describes that feeling of being filled and fucked for the very first time.

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I woke up last Thursday with the loveliest, softest feeling: like I’d just had a truly sexy dream. It was hyper-realistic, and that realism lingered in my mind as I opened my eyes. Snuggling down beneath the duvet in a winter-warm bed, I ran hands over my body and allowed the details to return to me piece by piece.

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This stunning post is written and read by Missy of Focused and Filthy. I haven’t been able to share the photos themselves because I have a feeling that might get me in trouble with regards to the UK’s Online Safety Act. If you are browsing from outside the UK though, you click any of the links to see some of the stunning photographs that Missy talks about in this piece. 

She promised to be my model and I’d previously suggested rope so there I was in some skimpy short pyjamas on a Sunday morning with a hangover thinking ‘how do I tie her up?!’ Luckily I knew her body well enough by this point to enjoy threading the soft black rope around her torso. Lining up the strands and pulling her breasts together as I looped it over her shoulders and around her wrists at the back. She stood smiling at me quietly, waiting for me to position her.

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