This fabulous story about wanting to see your dick is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything.
Please, can I see more of you? I see you there, fully clothed, sitting with one leg propped on another, and I can’t help myself; what’s underneath? My eyes are drawn between your thighs again and again because I want to see, I want to know. It’s practically magnetic. My mind has conjured an image of you, but I want to see if it’s true. Does it look like it does in my dreams? There has been talk of it, deliciously course talk about what it can do to me, will do to me. But now, I need to see.
This gorgeous fantasy about being fucked with an ice cold glass dildo is written and read by Molly Moore, and originally appeared on her website.
I want you to fuck me with an ice cold glass dildo while your jizz drips out of me.We have been fucking on and off all day. It started with slow sleepy morning sex. You spooning behind me and sliding your morning wood into my cunt. You feel so good inside me like this but I am still a bit sleepy and I don’t bother reaching down to rub my clit but just luxuriate in the feel of your body close up against mine and the thickness of your dick penetrating me. Eventually you roll away and I watch your erection bob in front of you as you pad naked across the room and disappear into the bathroom.
This gorgeous guided masturbation/fisting story in which our narrator gets help to rediscover her orgasm is written and read by Carolyna Luna, and originally appeared on her website.
I haven’t always had to pay for my orgasms. I’d given up caring about stigmas, however, when my years of anorgasmia were overcome under Naomi’s firm guidance. So when her text pinged that morning, I put my coat right back on and headed out.
This gorgeous kinky office story is written and read by Carolyna Luna, and originally appeared on her website.
I wonder if my employees are curious about the frequency of my shuffling body today. Or of the constant hiss of the pneumonics in my office chair releasing and engaging again as I stand and then sit back down aggressively. No one has commented on the cacophony of its wheels scraping against the floor. They’re used to my furious typing, as I often spend my day that way, but that’s never stopped them from dropping by for the usual interruptions and banter. It’s odd enough for a Friday afternoon when no one’s ever in the mood to work. Even odder because I’m not furiously typing today. As the hours of silence have spilled into late afternoon, I really wonder if they somehow possibly know that my body is trying to betray me…
I’m impatient. I am the type of person who will obsessively watch their tracking emails as soon as they get a dispatch notification. I’m always rushing ahead from A to B because I just can’t stand waiting. I’m the same with my orgasms. I want them quick, fast and lazy where possible. So the idea of being edged honestly does not appeal, personally.