This stunning audio porn about yearning and wanting is written and read by Spen Pritchard.

I have to know.

I have to know what it feels like to hold you, to mix your warmth with mine in a tight embrace. I have to know if your perfume is sweet or smoky and if it changes when hot lust runs through your veins and your skin blushes when we’re close enough to touch. I have to know if your heart pounds so heavy when you’re in my arms that I can feel it against my chest.

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This phenomenal piece of audio porn is written and read by NymphoStimToy. 

He obviously wants me. His eyes wander across my entire body, seizing every opportunity to explore any nook or curve that shows itself to him.

But he keeps his hands off because I haven’t said yes.

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This deliciously hot erotic story is written and read by Tabitha Rayne. Catch up on Part 1 here, then click ‘play’ to hear Tabitha read you the next part of this incredibly hot story. 

Driving home, worn out, used and well and truly fucked, we float along on that soporific plane of satisfaction, occasionally catching each other’s eye in the rearview mirror. Some might imagine our trip as a wholesome date between a long married couple, where others might picture a truly debauched night of utter sexual chicanery. I like to think that most people would choose the latter… though I suspect…

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This stunning piece is part 8 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. 

I feel your breath on my ass and it’s followed by your fingers, tracing over my cheeks, fingernails lightly grazing around to the sides of my hips, over the sensitive area at the base of my spine, and I feel goosebumps forming. Your touch is so gentle, a complete contrast to the whipping you gave me earlier. My ass smarts with the memory of it and I draw in a breath, arching my neck and raising my head.

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This stunning ode to fishnet tights is written and read by Spen Pritchard. 

Taut twines of fabric tether to your skin and form soft square pillows, pleading to be touched, to be teased, to be kissed. Toes twitch and curl with every throb of excitement and anticipation as my eyes feast on your glorious form, caught up in the netting from the waist down.

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