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Guest blog: Bring your bear claws and rope

Yes, of course, we should all move on and away from those who have done us harm or with whom we’ve realised longer relationships won’t work out. But sometimes there’s no substitute for fucking someone who knows you really well – your body, your kinks, the things that make you squirm and come. I think today’s guest blogger and I are similar in this regard. The fabulous LM is back with another incredibly hot blog post about fucking her ex – this time with a selection of kinky acoutrements, at least one of which I never realised could be applied in such a sexy context. Please give her a really warm welcome, and check out some of her other incredible guest blogs by following the links in the post!

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Anal sex: the psychological aspect

This stunning audio porn about the psychological aspect of anal sex is written and read by Sundial.

I was minding my own business, being a nicely simmering passenger in the car. My man and I were underway to visit our buddy in Sweden, and I was already casting my mind into the near future, that evening to be precise, and so had beautiful undercurrents of horn floating through my relaxed passenger style existence.

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Spanked with leather gloves

It’s cold, so he wears gloves. He’s trying out new ‘looks’ lately, so they’re leather. Well… the vegan equivalent of leather at any rate. Soft, black, expensive. They cushion and protect his palms when he thwacks me on the arse.

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Meditative anal: breathe for me

“Breathe for me,” he says, all soft-dom calm and patient. I’m lying on my back and his dick is almost inside me. It’s taken a lot of work for us to get to this point. And by ‘work’ I mean, of course, ‘fun’. I’ll explain all that in a second, but for now just know that I’m lying on my back, folded in half, and he’s got his hands on my thighs. Holding my ass at the perfect angle for him to slip his cock in with least resistance. There is still resistance, though, because he’s got girth and I’m lacking in practice. That’s where the meditative breathing comes in.

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There are 36 minutes of my birthday remaining

It’s 11:24 in the evening, and we’ve already had a phenomenal time. A card, a cute gift, cake even. A devastating fuck that was as playful as it was brutal, which ended in him thoroughly draining his balls nice and deep in my cunt. Off the back of a week when I’ve been showered with kind words and birthday wishes from friends and family, I can’t remember the last time I felt this lucky and calm. Happy, sated and loved. And there are 36 minutes of my birthday still to go, so I ask him: “will you do exactly as I ask until it ends?” Yes, he will. Of course he will. Even though he quite rudely specifies ‘within reason’. As if I’d be anything other than reasonable in my requests…

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