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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There is not even nearly enough erotica about switching, as far as I’m concerned, so I was absolutely over the moon when today’s guest blogger offered a post that honed in on that deliciously-hot moment that is the switch tipping point. When something turns, or catches fire, and suddenly the roles are exchanged. So much amazing kink is about power-exchange, after all, and doing this switching mid-fuck, or mid-interaction, is especially horny. I switch too, and personally some of my favourite moments have sat right on this tipping point. Hats off and huge thanks to Anna Syrma (who has written a gorgeous piece before about the honorific ‘goddess’), for capturing the hotness of switching so beautifully…

Find and follow Anna on BlueSky and Mastodon.

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I’m so delighted to welcome Komplicated Kitty back to the guest slot! Her previous piece, about being a very slutty Cinderella for her partner, was wildly hot and incredibly popular, so when she popped back up to ask if I wanted a guest blog on pet play I squirmed with excitement. And it’s just as hot as her first piece, this time with the addition of a fluffy, sexy tail butt plug…

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At one point, mid-fuck, with his wet fingers circling my clit, the man who knows how to fuck me growls something into my ear. I can’t remember the exact words and I hate myself for that, not least because I’m sure if I could conjure them precisely, that particular sentence would make for some truly epic wanks. Forgive me for paraphrasing, I’d fallen deeply into a fuckdrunk haze, but it was something like ‘aren’t you a dirty fucking girl?’, with extra resonance on the ‘girl’, just how I like it. Whatever he said and however he said it, it caused me to absolutely gush all over his hand. Yeah I’m a dirty girl: QED.

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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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