This stunning piece is part 7 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on the rest of the Sunday series here, and you absolutely should because every single episode is fire. 

You’re thrusting your hips, my head clamped between your hands and you fuck me hard. Your dick stretching my mouth wide, saliva pooling on my chin, and I’m hyper aware of my discomfort. Knees pressed as they are against the cool, bare hardness of the floor and the angle you’re keeping me at. I’m neither able to sit back to my heels, nor properly rise. My balance is a mess and my thighs are straining.

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It’s late, and I’m tired. So tired, in fact, that I’ve just slept through the last twenty minutes of the film we were meant to be watching. You can’t blame me: it’s not often I get to snuggle up on a sofabed with my head in somebody’s lap, sinking into the duvet and enjoying the gentle, rhythmic stroke of their hand on my bottom and thighs. It is blissful. Beautiful. Like stepping into a shower that’s set to the perfect temperature, or hugging a loved one when you meet them off the train. I am safe, cosy, happy. This scene is tranquil as fuck, so you can’t blame me for falling asleep. I am also a horny bitch, though, so I hope you can also understand what happens next.

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I woke up last Thursday with the loveliest, softest feeling: like I’d just had a truly sexy dream. It was hyper-realistic, and that realism lingered in my mind as I opened my eyes. Snuggling down beneath the duvet in a winter-warm bed, I ran hands over my body and allowed the details to return to me piece by piece.

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This stunning piece is part 5 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on parts 1-4 here (and you totally should because they are fire). Note that this story contains total humiliation and begging. Extremely consensual, of course. 

I didn’t bother dressing for dinner. We’re sitting at the table, just finishing off. You’re fully dressed, him in just his briefs and me perched on a towel on the bench, because, well, you know.

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What happens when you go back to someone from your past? Is there such a thing as ‘the one that got away’? When this week’s guest blogger pitched me this post I was positively gleeful about it – she’s got a fabulously funny, chatty style and regular readers will know that I’m a sucker for a trip down memory lane. Not to mention sex with an ex. But is it possible to recapture the magic when you’re having sex with a guy you last saw a decade ago? Let’s find out…

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