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Fucked her face in the street
This gorgeous story about facefucking and struggling to say goodbye is written and read by JM Seaborn of Written In Kink. Note that the story contains ‘Daddy’ as an honorific, all participants are consenting adults.
We walk the streets, just to talk. To say goodbye. Nothing else. We’re in public so we won’t do anything. It’s daytime so we won’t do anything. This will keep us honest. This will control us. The risk of getting caught is too much so we won’t do anyth- Fuck.

A butt plug story: “Such a little prick tease”
This stunningly filthy butt plug story is written and read by Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss, and originally appeared on her website.
“When was the last time you wore this?”
I glance back over my shoulder. He is holding up the blue glass to the light, turning it one way and the other, studying it. He senses my eyes on him and turns his attention to me, an expectant look his face as he waits for my reply.

Guest blog: Twinning – what’s hot about becoming someone else?
I confess, I had never heard of ‘twinning’ until the magic kink fairy (aka incredible guest blogger Jenby) popped up in my inbox to offer me a post about doing it with her girlfriend. These are often my favourite kinds of posts, because I fucking love learning new kink things, and understanding the various ways in which they speak to people’s sexual selves. Twinning is all about transformation – turning one person into another, via various sexy means. I’ll let Jenby herself explain in more detail, along with a super hot story about ‘becoming’ someone else…
Note that this story contains the use of ‘Mummy’ as an honorific – all participants are consenting adults.

First time femme domme: anticipation, pain and pleasure
This fabulous first time femme domme story is written and recorded by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything. This piece contains BDSM including impact play, nipple clamps, and a pinwheel.
As my finger hovers a centimetre away from their skin, threatening to make contact, they start to beg; they whimper and whine and plead with me to touch them. Their face is contorted, their eyes crumpled closed, as though the lack of touch is causing them excruciating pain. I study them and consider gently pushing my finger into their chest, granting them the relief they’re so desperate for, but only briefly; it is far too delicious watching them tremble and quake. As my finger continues to float its way across their naked body, closely following the contours of their chest, they let out an anguished groan as they realise they’re not going to feel it.

Goals: A sex challenge on the DLR
OK, yeah, this one’s weird: ages ago I wrote a story about Katie, who was given a sex challenge by her partner, Sam, that involved nipple clamps and photographs and the DLR (the Docklands Light Railway – a London train line that winds through Canary Wharf, the Docklands and more). It was originally written as part of an improv erotica challenge for Patreons (where they give me a bunch of prompts and I have to write a sex story that includes them – this story had the prompts ‘Katie; praise kink; airport; allotment; the DLR; nipple clamps). Seeing as I’ve recently published a couple of other sex stories set on trains (gang banged on the Central Line, and surreptitious fucking on the Victoria Line), I thought I’d throw this one into the ‘tube line erotica‘ series too – you know, the series that absolutely no one asked for but that delights my nerdy, pervy little heart anyway. It’s quite a cute one, I think.