Tag Archives: dominance

Make me wait – a dominant sex story

This dominant sex story is by sex blogger and podcaster Sherryl Blu. It is entirely consensual, but be aware before you read/listen that it contains elements of BDSM and power play and nods towards consensual non-consent

I liked rough sex
The kind that left finger marks on my throat and carpet burns on my knees
I liked it when you dominated me and told me to do what you say
I liked it because I was usually in charge
I usually called the shots
I usually got my way
But you…


Wrapped around his finger – Fingering porn

This fingering porn, by sex blogger Molly Moore, originally appeared on her site. 

We are out to dinner. It is just the two of us. The restaurant is busy but everyone is preoccupied with their meal and their companions. Nobody pays us two sitting quietly in the corner any mind. The waiter is polite but clearly they are under staffed and so he does not linger at our table. We don’t mind one little bit.


I don’t know how to dominate you, or do I?

I don’t know how to dominate you, but maybe I’ll begin by taking your face gently in my hands. Then I’ll press my lips against yours to feel their cushion-softness, and whisper ‘get your fucking dick really really hard for me.’


Twisted words: Lift up your skirt

This post, by sex blogger Molly Moore, originally appeared on her site. It is read aloud here by Leo Di Luca

Lift up your skirt. Higher … higher. Come on my love show me, I wanna see. They all want to see. Don’t make me wait, you know you want to really, that shy little look doesn’t work on me, I know that if I reached underneath your dress right now I would find you dripping wet. No need to pretend with me slut, now do it, we are waiting.


E is for… Eat me, drink me

This post, by sex blogger Ella Scandal, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Leo Di Luca

Scuttling across the floor behind Mistress, I swallow a whimper. Bare floorboards scuff my knees, the gaps between the planks leave stinging prints on my palms. I stumble a bit, gasping for breath when she yanks on my spotted tie to stop me from face planting.