Tag Archives: clit
Guest blog: Tied and given multiple orgasms
The delight of being restrained isn’t always in the restraint itself, but in what happens while you’re tied up. Such is the case in this stunning scene written by the wonderful Missy of Focused & Filthy. She’s written some fantastic pieces here before, including introducing us to the genius concepts of the cum hat trick and ‘husband sitting‘. So I’m over the moon to welcome her back with this intense, powerful account of being tied up and given multiple orgasms…
Sweat: he tastes every inch of me
This gorgeous story about sex and sweat is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything. Note: this is a work of fiction and a fantasy scenario; please don’t approach Robyn in the gym.
As I lift my arms up above my head, I feel a stream of cool sweat trickling down the nape of my neck, finding a cleft in my skin in which to swim lower between my shoulder blades, the small of my back, and into the gape of my leggings to the valley between my cheeks. The dampness of my skin would suggest the aircon in the gym isn’t working today; there’s no frigid breeze relieving my cherry-red cheeks. Working through this set, I’m more aware of other little streams crawling down my body and pooling in the most uncomfortable places; under my tits, my arse, under my belly, between my thighs.
A calling card: Cunt teasing
This gorgeous cunt teasing story is written and read by Molly of MollysDailyKiss.com
Cuck under the mistletoe
This gorgeous story about hot group sex under the mistletoe is written and read by the fabulous Sherryl Blu.
I’ve been with my guy for almost 8 years now and things are great. We have a remarkable life, we do a lot of things together, rarely argue and have amazing sex.
Good boy: Cunt-punching and gender euphoria
This gorgeous true story about cunt-punching and non-binary gender euphoria, is written and read by Blake, from Dreams of Spanking. It includes some consensual kink play, specifically punching, and is based on a blog post written in late 2020 when Blake and their partner had been dealing with the pandemic for a few months, in lockdown for much of it, and their baby at the time had only just turned one.
I’m bent over the sofa, naked. My lover is punching my arse. Every thump sends deep vibrations echoing through my body. They would be spanking me if they could, but it would wake the baby. Punching is quieter.