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Thinking – fantasies about you
These fantasies about you come from the talented, dirty mind of Ferns, and originally appeared on her website Domme Chronicles.
Thinking…
About masturbating
Thinking about you, and thinking about masturbating
Thinking about you, spread-eagle, restrained and blindfolded
Face up, on a bed
Another drink? – Teasing femdom erotica
This teasing femdom erotica is written and read by Ferns, and originally appeared on her website Domme Chronicles.
I glance sideways at you, catch your eye. You are watching me. I know that look, it says “Here I am, Ma’am…” It invites and challenges me. It waits.
All it takes is the right toy: Femdom tease and denial
This femdom tease and denial story, by Floss Liddell, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Tabitha Rayne.
I’ve got sex toys. I’ve got porn, or my sexy imagination depending on my mood. The ambience is set, the lube is out. I’ve got everything, except for the orgasm. It’s time to admit defeat. I’m bored and I know the reason why. I’ve got a better toy, a bigger toy, a living, breathing, all mine sex toy of a boy. That is what I need.
Every single inch: getting your dick all the way in
Bend over. Put your face in the pillow. Stick your ass out. Spread your cheeks. I want to get my dick as far inside you as it will go: all the way in.
Sex once a week: We only fuck on Sundays
We love each other. We fancy each other. We live together. I think about his cock almost constantly, and I’m betting he does too. We are inside each other’s heads all the time, and in bed together every night. We touch on the sofas while Netflix is on, and we steal kisses on the tube on our nights out to go and meet friends. And we only ever really fuck on Sundays.
After the report that many Brits only have sex once a week, I considered writing a blog post about why ‘number of times you did it’ is a shit way to measure how happy people’s sex lives are, and how annoying it is that these studies usually only include a very narrow set of acts in their definition of what ‘sex’ is. But that didn’t seem as fun as what I’m about to do, which is write some erotic fiction about a couple who only fucks on Sundays.