Tag Archives: begging
Guest blog: I’m a proud sub
Have you ever read something that makes you think ‘wow holy shit, I am now so utterly desperate to suck a dick I am positively hurting for it’? That’s how I felt when I read this stunningly hot guest blog, by @jamiebear. Jamie Bowden-Smith is a historian of the late 20th century and runs the Gay News Archive Project, republishing the pioneering LGBT+ newspaper of the 1970s. He is also a very proud sub, as well as clearly an absolute blow job artist. He’s written beautifully before for the blog about the sexiness of smell and how evocative it can be when it comes to sex and memory. Now he’s here with a red-hot story that explains why he’s so proud of his submission…
Sinful delivery: Testing sex toys with her
This fabulous (and clever!) piece that turns testing sex toys into a super horny erotic scene is written and read by The Barefoot Sub.
The doorbell shrieked, cutting through the static of my empty head! I’d been staring at a blank screen for what felt like hours, the cursor blinking away on the screen as I wracked my brain, attempting to get the words out. Waiting for my local courier to drop off my sinful delivery, certain I was distracted by the pleasure to come. Surely this was it? Though the regular driver would usually leave it in my safe space. Jumping up, I went to see who it was.
“Sophie,” I beamed, “you decided to take me up on the offer of a cuppa? Your timing couldn’t have been better.”
Birthday cake: Ice my face with your cum
This fabulous erotic vignette is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything.
All I want for my birthday is a fat load of your cum to ice my face like a cake.
Needy bitch: Show me how desperate you are
This gorgeously filthy story about being a needy bitch is written and read by Molly of MollysDailyKiss.
“Needy bitch,” he croons at me. I pout in response but the truth is he is right. I am needy… or at least my cunt is.
Precipice: kinky edging erotica
This stunning kinky edging erotica is written and read by Spencer Pritchard.
Sharp ropes bite into my wrists with every involuntary squirm of my body. The stiff back of the chair that my hands are tied behind pushes my straining biceps. Every muscle in my body is taut. Aflame with the constant pressure of being kept on the edge of coming.