Tag Archives: cum
A butt plug story: “Such a little prick tease”
This stunningly filthy butt plug story is written and read by Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss, and originally appeared on her website.
“When was the last time you wore this?”
I glance back over my shoulder. He is holding up the blue glass to the light, turning it one way and the other, studying it. He senses my eyes on him and turns his attention to me, an expectant look his face as he waits for my reply.
Birthday cake: Ice my face with your cum
This fabulous erotic vignette is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything.
All I want for my birthday is a fat load of your cum to ice my face like a cake.
Guest blog: I bring him women to fuck
Today’s absolutely incredible guest blog is by Kaetana, and having read it (and re-read it, and re-read it) I am struggling to come up with any way to introduce it better than how she pitched it to me to start with. Kaetana explained that she has a recurring transgressive fantasy about being one of someone’s many lovers. Someone whose purpose was to bring him women to fuck. “Seeking out people tailored specifically to one man’s tastes and predilections, wooing them, maybe trying them out a bit myself (I’m a queer woman) and warming them up before serving them, ribbon-wrapped and dripping, on a silver platter, to do with as he wishes.” The simplicity and intensity of the way she explained this immediately grabbed me, then when I read the piece in full it absolutely took my breath away. If you enjoy reverse gang bangs and sharing partners you will absolutely adore this…
Needy bitch: Show me how desperate you are
This gorgeously filthy story about being a needy bitch is written and read by Molly of MollysDailyKiss.
“Needy bitch,” he croons at me. I pout in response but the truth is he is right. I am needy… or at least my cunt is.
Precipice: kinky edging erotica
This stunning kinky edging erotica is written and read by Spencer Pritchard.
Sharp ropes bite into my wrists with every involuntary squirm of my body. The stiff back of the chair that my hands are tied behind pushes my straining biceps. Every muscle in my body is taut. Aflame with the constant pressure of being kept on the edge of coming.