This deliciously hot erotic story is written and read by Tabitha Rayne. Note: in fantasy we can do things we wouldn’t in real life. Combining driving and sex is one of them. This is a dangerous activity and you should not do it . Obviously do wank about it though because this story is hot as hell.

He thinks we don’t do it enough. And by it, you know I mean sex. Bonking. Shagging. The glue that sets our relationship apart from all the other relationships in our lives. It’s true. We don’t. He might think we don’t, but I know we don’t. You know how it goes, a houseful of kids, pets, oldies, responsibilities, by the time we flop exhausted on to the sofa, barely enough energy to agree on a boxset, we’re fucked. And not in a good way.

So once every two months, I book us a very expensive room in a very expensive hotel. A different one every time. Some are sexier than others, but ALL are sexier than our own shabby messy bedroom, which is certainly not conducive to seduction in any form. How we ended up with all these damn kids is anyone’s guess.

So it’s time.

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This stunning piece is part 7 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on the rest of the Sunday series here, and you absolutely should because every single episode is fire. 

You’re thrusting your hips, my head clamped between your hands and you fuck me hard. Your dick stretching my mouth wide, saliva pooling on my chin, and I’m hyper aware of my discomfort. Knees pressed as they are against the cool, bare hardness of the floor and the angle you’re keeping me at. I’m neither able to sit back to my heels, nor properly rise. My balance is a mess and my thighs are straining.

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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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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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This stunning piece is part 5 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on parts 1-4 here (and you totally should because they are fire). Note that this story contains total humiliation and begging. Extremely consensual, of course. 

I didn’t bother dressing for dinner. We’re sitting at the table, just finishing off. You’re fully dressed, him in just his briefs and me perched on a towel on the bench, because, well, you know.

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