The second I walk in the door, he’s all over me. Soft lips and firm hands. Rummaging under my clothes and kissing me passionately, before I’ve even had the chance to take off my boots or unclip the panniers from my bike. It’s hurried, urgent, eager. Exactly as I’d seen it in my idle daydreams. I’ve been thinking on this for the last two days, ever since the possibility of it was first floated. A tentative ‘if you’re in the mood for sexy ideas…’ followed by a fantasy of such powerful dominance and laser-targeted kink accuracy it had me squirming in wet knickers at my desk. You bet I’m in the mood. How are you fixed for Sunday? 

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You’ve met this guy before. Possibly the most casual man I’ve ever fucked. Chill. Direct. Horny. Extremely forgiving of the fact that I disappeared for eighteen months into monogamy. The kind of dude who’s happy to pop back when required to deliver great dick without drama. Breaking the seal, if you will. We’re catching up over email and I tell him I’m single now. That I may be emotionally battered but I’ve gained a wicked new story. I don’t outright say that I’d love to get fucked, but he picks up the hint regardless: “Would you like to tell me the wicked story over a pint, then have a ride on my dick?” Fuck yes.

CN: light kink, slapping.

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This gorgeous story about hot hotel sex with a stranger is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything. 

Remember when I went to that sex club: the one where I sat nude in a hot tub, as bait; the one where I let a group of strangers use my body for their own pleasure; the one where I came hard, sitting on the edge, as a guy sucked on my clit? That actually wasn’t the end of the story…

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I have rarely felt so seen by a guest blog as I do by this one on fucking your ex. Not that I’m going to fuck any of my exes, you understand. Nuh-uh. I probably shouldn’t. Love is an addiction and fucking your ex is like having just a bit of your favourite, favourite thing: like picking up just one cigarette when you’ve quit for three years, then buying a whole pack then another and another… Christ, I felt this blog post resonate in my skin. Please welcome the absolutely brilliant LM, whose last guest post was a searingly gorgeous BDSM love story (and she’s also written about sex supplements and feeling small and cute – check those out too!). Today she is here to talk about fucking your ex. Why you probably shouldn’t… and why she did anyway.

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This intensely hot story about a cheating slut is written by Obvious Library and read by me, Girl on the Net. Note that this story features eroticisation of cheating (which will probably appeal to those of you who enjoy cuckolding!) and fetishisation of large dicks. 

To look at me, you wouldn’t know I am a cheating slut. On the school run I seem a perfectly respectable mum, just like all the other mums. Happily married, having unfulfilling duty sex with my husband once a month. Looking at all the other parents at school drop off, I imagine that is their lives too – boring and unexciting. But I have a secret; for the last two years I’ve been cheating on my husband. It’s not an emotional affair with another person, I’m cheating with many, many men and it’s purely for the sex. Filthy, dirty sex. As many men as I can get my hands on. I’ve lost count how many I’ve fucked, but it’s easily over one hundred. And I’ll try anything, I’ve been tied up, spat on, pissed on, fucked in the ass. Sometimes I fuck in hotels or houses, but often it’s in cars or in the woods or public toilets.

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