Rule number one in life is you should tell people what you like, because often they’ll give you more of it. I make my love of ‘first time‘ stories known, so when the fabulous sex blogger Missy – from FocusedAndFilthy – had a red-hot post to write about her first visit to a sex club, she knew exactly who (ME ME ME) would go wild for hearing it. Come read her exquisitely horny post about the thrill of being watched as she is spanked, humiliated, and face-fucked in front of a crowd of strangers…

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This stunning piece is part 5 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on parts 1-4 here (and you totally should because they are fire). Note that this story contains total humiliation and begging. Extremely consensual, of course. 

I didn’t bother dressing for dinner. We’re sitting at the table, just finishing off. You’re fully dressed, him in just his briefs and me perched on a towel on the bench, because, well, you know.

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There are some kinks that I can’t personally cater to, but that I know a lot of you would enjoy reading about. And, as I am proud to have a larger-than-average number of readers who identify as Massive Nerds, I think Star Trek might be one of them. Today’s guest blogger Adeline Panamaroff offered an extract from a short story about a hot date at the cinema. It’s from a longer piece entitled ‘Breaking Through Nurture To True Nature’ and not only did it press my nostalgic getting-touched-up-in-front-of-a-film buttons, and some buttons that I know will be hot for you to have pressed if you like casual sex and interactions with near-strangers, it also happened to revolve around a Star Trek showing. So, nerds: you’re very welcome. Enjoy this sexy short story!

Note: this story is fiction. In real life you should always be careful, when playing sexually, to ensure you have the consent of those around you. Springing sex on people by surprise is unethical and sometimes pretty traumatic. It is more than possible to enjoy things in fantasy without putting anyone at risk in real life. 

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I want you to spit in my mouth. And crucially, I also think it’s gross when you spit in my mouth. There aren’t many sexual acts about which I have this knife-edge ambivalence. Some things (extreme belting) are hot to me in fantasy but not reality. Others (making out) are incredible in practice but rarely have the power to be wankable when I’m alone. It’s not often I find something that is both desired and disgusting simultaneously but for what it’s worth, spit in my mouth is one of them.

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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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