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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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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