I am fucking GLEEFUL about bringing you today’s amazing guest work. Not just a written guest blog from the fabulous NymphoStimToy, but audio too, and as a special treat for Halloween this one is creepy as fuck. After her recent incredible guest blog about playing with fear during sex and kink, she offered a piece for the season that would focus on genuinely scaring you. No spoilers, but if you want the full effect get your headphones on and click ‘play’ on the audio. Huge thanks to her for sharing something that manages to be hot, terrifying and atmospheric all at once. I am in awe.

Note that this is a piece of Halloween erotica, and as such it’s designed to play on your fears as well as your fantasies. Expect tentacles, devourment, extremely intense fucking, tongues and teeth and a build-up to something creepy. No spoilers, but if that doesn’t sound like your cup of tea please skip this piece.

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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.

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This super hot story about fucking the boss is written and read by Robyn, of RobynEatsEverything.

“I’ve always thought your tits would be great to fuck.” His breath is hot in my ear as he whispers this; hot with North London beer, fags, and arrogance.

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This perfect restraints kit has lived rent-free in my head for a number of years. I’m a clumsy, eager fucker and when I engage in bondage, I do so in the same clumsy, eager way that I go about the rest of my fucks. I’m rubbish at knots, and can’t be bothered to learn, so the restraints that have won a permanent place in my bedroom are usually simple to use. Think cuffs with buckles, or ideally velcro. These door jam cuffs that I got many years ago were my favourite for a while. They’re so easy, and so effective: I love them. When asked what would be on my bucket list for the perfect restraints kit, I hankered after this Sportsheets under the bed restraints system for literally YEARS. Then finally I got one, and not long after I set it up, I broke up with my boyfriend. So I couldn’t actually use it. FFS.

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This gorgeously impulsive fuck is written and read by Molly Moore.

“Quick!” she said as she took my hand and pulled me into the cubicle with her latching the door behind her and quick she was, a flurry of hands and bodies, her lips on mine as she pressed me up against the wall. Her tongue snaking into my mouth, her kisses urgent and demanding, her body pressing into mine, grinding up against me as if she just couldn’t get enough of me.

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