Fucking doesn’t usually work by just ticking off your desires in order, like crossing items from your shopping list once you’ve put them in your basket. But talking about ideas in the downtime, or the afterglow of the previous shag, can help plant seeds for the future. We don’t have enough time together, me and this guy. Not nearly enough. And because we are acutely aware of this fact, it turns out that both of us have been making mental lists of possibilities. Lying on the bed after our first cunt-ruining fuck of this 24 hour hangout, he reveals that he’s even made notes on his phone. Scattered ideas from flash-frame images he’s wanked on since the last time we hung out.

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This gorgeous ass fucking story is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything. 

It’s hard to believe, looking at how thick their dick is, that it’s going to fit in my arse. But we agree, as they nibble the tender spot under my ear and I lazily stroke their hardening length against my soft stomach, that we’re both eager to feel it try.

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When I first requested a cute little butt plug starter kit from my site sponsor WhippleTickle (seamless promo, well done me) I had a plan in mind: I knew exactly who I’d use it with, and how. But for reasons I’ll explain later, that won’t happen now. So I basically have two options if I want to fulfill my promise to one of the kind companies that helps keep the lights on here at GOTN HQ. I could write you a straight-up review where I give this product marks out of ten based on basic details or… write two thousand words of horny butt plug porn then chuck a link and discount at the end for you to click when you’re all done wanking. And… you know… have you met me?

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This glorious story about being used as a set of fuck-holes is written and read by the fabulous Sundial, and originally appeared on her website. 

And here I am, a nearly naked shackled X bent at the middle. The lower part of the X is formed by my gorgeous new spreader bar. My ankles are wrapped in the supple leather that are its cuffs, unable to move. My torso is laid face down on the table. My arms are stretched out, tits squashed under me. My wrists are secured in leather shackles which you (rather ingeniously) attached with belts to the legs at the far end of table, forming the upper part of the X. There is no give at all, I cannot move.

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This is part 2 of Isabelle Lauren‘s gorgeous lesbian adventure story, read by Carolyna Luna. This part leaps straight in to the action where the previous one left off. You can catch up on part 1 – I want to taste you – at that link.

I hand her the butt plug and suddenly, I don’t want to try it anymore. I’m scared it will hurt. But I know I will regret it forever if I back out.

“Lie down on your back, feet up.”

It sounds almost clinical, but it’s the right tone. My nervousness disappears and I get into position.

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