This stunning piece is part 5 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on parts 1-4 here (and you totally should because they are fire). Note that this story contains total humiliation and begging. Extremely consensual, of course. 

I didn’t bother dressing for dinner. We’re sitting at the table, just finishing off. You’re fully dressed, him in just his briefs and me perched on a towel on the bench, because, well, you know.

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This fabulous story is written and read by Sundial. This is part 4 in a series that covers a whole range of hot adventures over the course of one day. You can check out part 1 ‘a mouth and a cunt full of cock’, Part 2 ‘just for a moment‘ and part 3 ‘sex on the beach‘ to catch up with the intensely sexy story so far.

You get the ingredients out of the fridge for our dinner. Quick and light tonight. After today’s teasing, we mean to get down to business as soon as we can. The randiness of all three of us is off the scale. He takes up a knife and helps you.

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This stunning kiss/tease/play story is written and read by Sundial. This is part 2 in a multi-part series. You can check out part 1 ‘a mouth and a cunt full of cock’ here. 

“Stay a moment,” he says, when I rise as well. I stare down at him, looking so desirable where he sits, his cock glistening in the sunlight. “Just for a moment,” he says. I turn, look at you. You grin at me.

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This stunning lazy Sunday threesome is written and read by Sundial. 

The sun kissing my feet, the window open wide letting light stream a diagonal line over the mussed up whiteness of the sheets. Your arm around me, pulling me closer to you. I lift my head onto your chest and I let my hand stray down and find your hardness in all its glory, straining against my palm. I grip and squeeze your shaft.

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This stunningly hot Christmas story about an MMF threesome (Santa, pls note, I want one of these in my stocking – GOTN) is written and read by the fabulous Sherryl Blu.

Christmas in the corporate world was always a pretty standard affair. As the executive assistant for the office, in the weeks leading up there would be a steady stream of edible goodies plonked on the desk in front of me. It always attracted a crowd of employees throughout the day. It would be boxes of quality street, Heroes, Roses and… mince pies. There was always mince pies, lots of them because most people didn’t seem to like them. Then there was the not-obligatory-but-if-you-didnt-go-you-would-get-frowned-upon work Christmas lunch and of course the piece de resistance…the Christmas party. It was pretty much the event of the year – highly publicised and often talked about for months afterward.

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