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Guest blog: Tied and given multiple orgasms
The delight of being restrained isn’t always in the restraint itself, but in what happens while you’re tied up. Such is the case in this stunning scene written by the wonderful Missy of Focused & Filthy. She’s written some fantastic pieces here before, including introducing us to the genius concepts of the cum hat trick and ‘husband sitting‘. So I’m over the moon to welcome her back with this intense, powerful account of being tied up and given multiple orgasms…

Sweat: he tastes every inch of me
This gorgeous story about sex and sweat is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything. Note: this is a work of fiction and a fantasy scenario; please don’t approach Robyn in the gym.
As I lift my arms up above my head, I feel a stream of cool sweat trickling down the nape of my neck, finding a cleft in my skin in which to swim lower between my shoulder blades, the small of my back, and into the gape of my leggings to the valley between my cheeks. The dampness of my skin would suggest the aircon in the gym isn’t working today; there’s no frigid breeze relieving my cherry-red cheeks. Working through this set, I’m more aware of other little streams crawling down my body and pooling in the most uncomfortable places; under my tits, my arse, under my belly, between my thighs.

The ass fucking of my life
This gorgeous ass fucking story is written and read by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything.
It’s hard to believe, looking at how thick their dick is, that it’s going to fit in my arse. But we agree, as they nibble the tender spot under my ear and I lazily stroke their hardening length against my soft stomach, that we’re both eager to feel it try.

Guest blog: Playing with numbers – my first orgy
As always, I am a big slag for first times: there is something special about getting to participate in a kink you’ve never tried before. Today’s amazing guest blog, by kink correspondent extraordinaire Jenby, contains not one but two of her first times. It begins at her first orgy, and gets even hotter from there. Honestly, I can never thank her enough for the amazing adventures she’s happy to share here on the blog, and I always worry that these intros don’t do justice to her wit, her horn, and her playful creativity. We’re very lucky to have her here…

The man who knows how to fuck me
At one point, mid-fuck, with his wet fingers circling my clit, the man who knows how to fuck me growls something into my ear. I can’t remember the exact words and I hate myself for that, not least because I’m sure if I could conjure them precisely, that particular sentence would make for some truly epic wanks. Forgive me for paraphrasing, I’d fallen deeply into a fuckdrunk haze, but it was something like ‘aren’t you a dirty fucking girl?’, with extra resonance on the ‘girl’, just how I like it. Whatever he said and however he said it, it caused me to absolutely gush all over his hand. Yeah I’m a dirty girl: QED.