It probably won’t shock you to learn that I’m not much of a spiritual or superstitious person. Apart from the occasional knock on wood or crossing of fingers (which I do despite knowing it’ll have absolutely zero impact on the universe), I am a pretty boring, sceptical person. I don’t think I’ve ever slept with someone who’s really superstitious either. So please, as you read the following fantastic guest post from Zapatica about an incredibly superstitious guy she slept with, imagine my jaw fully on the floor and me yelling ‘RUN’ like in a horror movie. She’s been here before to discuss ending a long-term booty call, and I’m delighted to welcome her back – with her magical soul-hexing pussy…
The cocktails are good. Glancing across the table at her is better. She’s wearing a tailored shirt in pine needle green and her hair is loose around her face and whenever, like now, she’s trying to remember a detail of an anecdote her mouth puckers up a little to one side, like a thread’s tugging up her cheek.
This gorgeous fisting erotica – which includes BDSM and degradation – is written and read by Quenby, and originally appeared on their blog.
Her legs are bent at the knee, spread open before me. Her mound bristles with trimmed pubes, leading down to her cunt glistening with arousal. I lean forward, inhaling her musky scent. My tongue flicks out, running along her lips before pushing into her wet heat. I pull back and look at her: “Mmm, you’re so fucking wet. I love the taste of your cunt.”
This is the second part of a gorgeous domestic dominance story, written and read by Ferns. It originally appeared on her website Domme Chronicles. You can read or listen to part 1 of ‘Coming home’ here.
I finally took my foot from your mouth, stood up, hiked up my skirt and straddled you, whumping down onto your chest so your breath left your body in a huff, my bare arse in my g-string against your chest. You drew gasping breaths as I pulled your arms down, and trapped them against your body with my knees and legs on either side of you. I shimmied up towards your face and pulled your head up by your hair so that you was facing my crotch.
“Don’t call me ‘good girl’ unless you plan on fucking the Mario coins out of me.” Ever since I saw that excellent, excellent tweet, I’ve been thinking about hot new ways to ask someone to fuck me. Seriously: ‘Fuck the Mario coins out of me’ has to be up there as one of the best fuckbegs I’ve ever heard. Gold. I cannot promise to do quite as well as that (who could?!), but with big thanks to those on Twitter who chipped in, I’m aiming for quantity in lieu of quality. Here are 42 different ways to ask someone to fuck you.