Category Archives: Guest Audio
No one puts baby in a corner
This hot submissive post is written by sex blogger Molly Moore, and it originally appeared on her site. This post contains pain and BDSM, including elements of reluctance/defiance. The encounter is entirely consensual.
I am never going to kneel quietly in the corner and wait for you to come for me. If you find me in the corner at all it will be because you have put me there.
Exactly what you need – f2m audio erotica
This gorgeous F2M audio erotica is written and read by Sherryl Blu.
You’ve been asking for it for a long time
Hints, direct and non-direct
So now we are in this room, I’m going to show you exactly what it is you need…
Tick… tick… tick… hot D/s erotica
This D/s erotica, by sex blogger Ella Scandal, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Molly Moore. Note: this story contains scenes of extreme dominance and submission, including elements of consensual non-consent. If that’s not your cup of tea head to the audio porn page for a range of other stories that you might prefer. If that is your cup of tea, remember that this is an erotic fantasy – not a guide for life.
Five hours. I’d been sitting on the floor for five hours. The incessant tick…tick…tick of the clock was loud in the bare walled room, slowly driving me insane, reminding me of how long I’d been made to wait.
Mirror image – a sex club story
This true sex club story is written by sex blogger Molly Moore, and it originally appeared on her site.
The room is dimly lit by a series of wall lights, every now and then the door to the outside opens and the room is flooded with daylight but then it closes again and the space returns darkens again. One end of the room is covered with floor to ceiling mirrors.
Insomnia love lock – a midnight sex story
This midnight sex story, by erotic author Tabitha Rayne, originally appeared on her website.
Insomnia grips me.
Awake but in stasis, I should just get up, start my day but it feels so wrong. Blood runs fizzy in my veins and my head throbs. Why can’t I be one of the sexy insomniacs from the films, pounding the streets or hunched over a laptop writing wretched dark novels while chain smoking with gaunt cheeks and staring eyes.