Tag Archives: fingering

Guest blog: The goodbye we deserved

Places can have a really special resonance in our lives. When I travel around my hometown, I can’t help but remember different locations by the sexy things I used to do there. Sometimes the simple act of visiting a particular place is enough to bring back a flood of memories. And often, just reading about the resonance certain places have for other people is enough to send me off on a mental journey through all the places I once loved and fucked. This week’s guest blog, by Lauren, is a gorgeous story about exactly this, and it made me cry.

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Guest blog: I’ve squirted once but how can I squirt again?

Please welcome this week’s guest blogger @PinkGilly15! Gilly writes hot real life stories over at her blog, Stagey Sex, and is here today to talk about the kind of personal sex challenge that I’m sure others have tried out too. Having squirted once, and loved it, she wanted to be able to do it more consistently. But how? With sex toys, willing fingers, and determination: here’s her story.

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Guest blog: voyeurism and exhibitionism on the beach

This week’s guest blogger intrigued me by telling me that although he’s used some artistic licence, the basis for this story is true. And I love that, because not only am I guessing which part of this voyeuristic adventure actually happened, but it reminds me that sometimes the most fun erotic writing is a combination of fact and fantasy. Take it away MJ…

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I probably want your boyfriend to finger me

I strive to be a good person. I want most people to walk away from interactions they have with me thinking ‘oh, she was nice.’ Whether through anxiety, paranoia or genuine desperation to be liked, I try quite hard to not piss good people off.

But I also probably want your boyfriend to finger me.

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Something that’s better than bath sex

I don’t really like fucking in the bath, although one day I’ll tell you about the most successful bath sex I ever had – long, teasing and achingly slow in a hard way: each stroke like a punishment, which came with a splash of water. The delicious, almost-but-not-quite drowning sensation as my mouth and nose slipped below the water line.

Today, though, I’m exhausted. All I want to do is lie in the bath with the radio on, sink into bubbles and warmth, and have him sit beside me with his fingers in my cunt.

This is what we did the other day.

This is now what I want to do every day.

Until I die or, more realistically, get bored of it – I’m far too jaded now to think anything’s forever.

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