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Gamble: low expectations, high reward
It’s a huge gamble, both of us know that, so we’re careful to tiptoe gently around the implications. I haven’t seen this guy in many many years, and he lives far enough away that we can’t just catch up over a drink. A visit? For three nights? It’s a huge gamble. But he asks me at exactly the right point – says ‘shall I come and stay for a bit?’ when I’m feeling brave and horny. So I bury the doubts, keep my expectations low, embrace the knowledge that life is far more fun if you gamble sometimes and tell him ‘fuck it, yes.’
Your task for today – try not to come
Today you’re going to try not to come, as you read (or listen to) this glorious piece by The Gentle Domme.
Your task for today is to make it through reading this entire document without coming. Sounds easy, you say. It’s just a page. Or two. Do I think you have no control?
Of course, I’m going to be stroking your cock as you read.
Happy New Year – watching him suck cock
This fabulous post about watching her partner suck cock on New Year’s Eve is written and read by Joy As It Flies.
Their cock is a thing of beauty. Just the right length, the perfect thickness, wrapped in his fist and then, when he drops it, landing hard and heavy on the pale expanse of their belly. He lies on his front between their open legs, and as he lowers his head he closes his eyes. They’re rimmed in kohl, dark and wet and glittering with intent, and as he opens his mouth to lick their length his painted lashes flicker against his cheekbones.
Morning fuck – prepping my fuck stick
This delicious morning fuck is written and read by Sherryl Blu of TintedBlu.com.
My eyes pinged open and in that very moment, I knew I wanted him.
As he snoozed beside me, I let my hand gently stroke at his face until he stirred.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “I want you to fuck me.”
Air – a blow job in a sex cinema
This breathtaking story about a blow job in a sex cinema is written and read by Joy as it Flies. Note that this scene contains breath play and BDSM.
I love sucking his dick. Jesus, I love sucking his dick. I love the taste of it, the feel of it, the way it fits between my lips, the dimensions of it perfect as it slides towards the back of my throat, awash with saliva. I love the rhythm of it – the change of pace as I move from active to passive, as we swap from me using my mouth to him using my mouth and back again. I do not love this man, I barely even know him, but I am utterly infatuated with the sensation of his dick resting on my tongue.