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Fingering open your ass – anal fingering erotica
This delicious ode to anal fingering is written by Quinn Rhodes, and originally appeared on hir website. It is read here by Girl on the Net.
Fingering open your ass is fucking brilliant.
There’s something indescribable about pushing a lubed-up finger inside you. I take great pervy delight in doing so, because it’s filthy but also deeply intimate. If you’re letting me inside your ass, that’s a sign of trust that I get off on – almost as much as I get off on the feeling of your hot, tight clenching around my finger. It’s so ridiculously hot. I want to open you up and make you exposed and vulnerable and (for a short minute) mine.
Cleaning up her mess: humiliation erotica
This fabulous humiliation erotica, by Floss Liddell, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Tabitha Rayne.
‘It’s frivolous. You’re frivolous. Don’t you realise some us struggle to pay our bills each month.’
The conversation was always the same with Jane, I wouldn’t mind so much if she wasn’t nursing a rather expensive bottle of wine as we spoke, and if there was even truth in the nature of my frivolity.
Mirror image – a sex club story
This true sex club story is written by sex blogger Molly Moore, and it originally appeared on her site.
The room is dimly lit by a series of wall lights, every now and then the door to the outside opens and the room is flooded with daylight but then it closes again and the space returns darkens again. One end of the room is covered with floor to ceiling mirrors.
Guest blog: My tryst with a burlesque goddess
This week’s guest blogger is the fabulous @EuphemiseThis, who has already graced these pages once before with a story of forbidden fucks and lustful yearning. Today she’s here with another glorious tale of sexy longing, this time for a burlesque goddess who bore a striking resemblance to her ex…
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.