This fabulously seduction audio porn that puts you in the picture is written by Jaimie of Jaimie’s Erotica and read by Molly Moore. Note that this is a seduction story that puts you in the picture, as if you are a bi-curious woman being seduced by another. It contains oral sex, masturbation and lesbian sex.

You can’t stop thinking about it, can you? Ever since you were first sexually aware, you have, determinedly, resolutely, thought of yourself as being completely straight. Maybe your family had views about same-sex love, which made you push any such thoughts away. You’d catch yourself looking, though. Didn’t You? I know, because it was the same for me too. Perhaps there was another girl at school or a club you used to attend. She always seemed to look amazing, and you found that you kept thinking about her. Maybe there were a few occasions when you engineered to be alone with her, hoping, hoping that she might give you an indication that she felt the same way?

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We’re sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, legs entwined. There’s something chill and easy on the telly and I’m enjoying the sensation of his hand stroking up my thigh. He moves his palms in measured, predictable strokes. From my bare knee, up and over the fabric of my shorts to the top, and then back again. My skin tingles and my cunt starts to ache.

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I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times someone’s removed my bra with dexterity and skill. It just doesn’t happen very often. There’s a reason for this: bra hooks are pretty tricky to handle! When I was younger I think I bought in to the propaganda that a guy who was ‘good in bed’ would be able to magically unhook my bra one-handed while we were making out, without any fumbling whatsoever. But that’s bollocks. Nowadays, I think that the hottest way to remove a bra isn’t to fumble with it, or even dispense a little quick-fingered wizardry. The sexiest and most efficient way to remove my bra is to just tell me to take it off.

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When we start to kiss, I’m on my tiptoes. Stretching up to meet his lips, soft and floaty and slightly off-balance. We exist in this tiny, horny bubble in his kitchen, surrounded by jangly tunes and the smell of something spiced for dinner. I’m on tiptoes when we start to kiss.

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This gorgeous erotica about fucking over a mirror is written by Spencer Pritchard. It is read aloud here by Matt Johnson. 

I can’t quite remember where this falls in to the timeline of those two weeks in each other’s arms. My brain has shaken that particular tin of memories around so much, it doesn’t seem to have an order anymore. Just a beginning and an inevitable (and unwelcome) conclusion. The middle is a sweaty, panting, sticky mess of nights out with cocktails, a lazy Sunday getting lost in the city, verdant parks, pizza in bed, too many restaurants… All punctuated by your naked body, your incredible and explosive orgasms, and the strength of the bond that connected us.

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