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One black eye and two tongues on his cock

One of my favourite pictures of myself is a fuzzy, terrible snapshot of half of my face: one black eye proudly displayed and my lips curled upwards in a filthy grin. It’s an old photo, taken on a phone that had something which could barely be described as a camera, but the picture reminds me of a very happy time.

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Nymphomania and the single girl: Lo goes down

The following is an extract from Match, Cinder & Spark Volume 1: Nymphomania and the Single Girl – written by H.H. of MySexLifeWithLola.com. The audio is read here by Jupiter Grant. You can buy the full audio book on Audible (UK) or Audible (US).

I kissed lower, down to her firm six-pack abs and I was unsure of how far I should or would go, but when I kissed my way down to her lovely navel, I could smell her dripping sweetness from below – that lovely scent that I’ve missed. When my nose sensed – like an animal – her in heat, I knew that I couldn’t stop.

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Amazing guest blogs of 2015 – part 1

Next up in the series highlighting great guest blogs from the archive, here are a few of my favourites from 2015. There were so many amazing guest blogs in 2015 I’ve split this into a few parts. In this part: snogging in lifts, a pegging spitroast, glory holes, and the sexiest thing I have ever read on the subject of Rocket Raccoon…  (more…)

Guest blog: Discovering my sexuality

This fantastic guest blog is written by a brand new sex blogger – Quinn! Quinn goes by @OnQueerStreet on Twitter (and here on Patreon too!), and blogs about a whole bunch of sexy things. I was totally honoured that Quinn wanted to contribute a guest blog to me, and delighted that it explores so much of hir internal wonderings on sex, sexuality and identity.

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The actual joy of sex: advice I’m giving myself

For the last couple of months, when we kissed, the first thought to flash through my mind was: “this is supposed to be fun.” I told myself over and over, like a mantra, willing it to come true. Sometimes it did, more often it didn’t. The actual joy of sex was lost to me, and I worried I’d lost it forever.

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