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Tick… tick… tick… hot D/s erotica
This D/s erotica, by sex blogger Ella Scandal, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Molly Moore. Note: this story contains scenes of extreme dominance and submission, including elements of consensual non-consent. If that’s not your cup of tea head to the audio porn page for a range of other stories that you might prefer. If that is your cup of tea, remember that this is an erotic fantasy – not a guide for life.
Five hours. I’d been sitting on the floor for five hours. The incessant tick…tick…tick of the clock was loud in the bare walled room, slowly driving me insane, reminding me of how long I’d been made to wait.
Your dick between my butt cheeks
Yeah, this post is literally just going to be 500 words of appreciation for your dick between my butt cheeks. Someone found my blog recently via this search term and I was horrified – HORRIFIED – that I have not yet described, in detail, the glory of this sensation.
What anal sex feels like (in probably too much detail)
Have you ever seen a mother cat pick her kitten up by the scruff of the neck? Docile and vulnerable, the kitten instantly stops whatever it was doing, its limbs go all floppy, and it turns into an adorable mess. If you want to know what anal sex feels like, picture me as the kitten and your rock-solid dick as that firm grip on the scruff of my neck.
Guest blog: I want to claim his cock
Today I’m welcoming back the fabulous guest blogger ‘A’, who has written a couple of gorgeous posts before for this blog, like this one on feeling ‘little’ and cute. Today she’s here to talk about ownership, and how it isn’t just dominants who like that feeling of saying that someone is ‘mine.’ An exploration, as she explained in her original pitch, of having a really intense hunger for him – and only him. Wanting to claim his cock.
Demonised – Hot supernatural erotica
This supernatural erotica, by sex blogger Ella Scandal, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Leo DiLuca.
She’s bound by chains made of shadow. They’re coiled around her ankles and her wrists. Twisting and intertwining, crossing over and through each other until they reach their respective rings around her collar. Holding her, grounding her, controlling her. Each link insubstantial, incorporeal. Indestructible.