Of all the fantasies I’ve written on this blog, I think ‘free use secretary’ was the one that caused most people to contact me saying ‘I have this one too!’. I was surprised and delighted by how many of you share similar fantasies, and I massively appreciate you making me feel less like a grubby little perv for sharing some of the free use secretary’s more intense adventures. As I’ve said before, she’s not real, she’s my fuckpuppet. And I enjoy being able to play with my fuckpuppets – giving them plotlines that would be either undesirable or impossible to achieve in real life. But she’s had a bit of a rough time of it, the free use secretary, hasn’t she? She is basically the recipient of some of the darker misogynist kinks that I work through via wanking. Part 6 ended with her getting emotionally as well as physically degraded, and that’s the last of the scenarios that I currently have on rotation in the old wank cinema. But in writing these pieces I grew fonder of my secretary, and I figured after all that work she deserved a better finale. This isn’t a story that existed before I started sharing her on the blog, but it’s floated in my head ever since I hit ‘publish’ on the third or fourth. It’s a very different fantasy to the ones I actually wank to, but it made me smile when I wrote it, and although (or perhaps because) it is as basic and lizard-brain as all the other stories in this series, I feel like it’s a fitting way to end this grubby tale. Here’s free use secretary 7 – the sunset.

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This stunning double penetration audio porn is the concluding part in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on the rest of the Sunday series here, and you absolutely should because every single episode is fire. 

You turn to him, indicating the sofa. I wait for him to get comfortable, so I can lower myself on to his dick. Slide over him with the folds of my glistening, copiously wet cunt. Take him in, deeply. I’ll go down so slowly, let him fill me up inch by inch. I’m so empty, even my ass is tickling inside with anticipation. I’m fucking thrilling, and I can’t wait to feel your cock pushing its slow way in, with him buried balls-deep inside me. Uhh, I need that gloriously full feeling that double penetration brings.

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Erotica from Clara Dunn is always an exceptional treat, and this story absolutely annihilated me. She’s written some incredible atmospheric, sensual, ethereal smut here before – I’m a big fan of ‘the laundromat‘ in particular but ‘you’re doing great, girl‘ and ‘birthday sex to Harry’s House‘ are also both fucking amazing. If you like her work, follow her on X at @author_dunn, and enjoy the sublime filth she’s contributed to this week’s guest blog!

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When I first read this story – an exquisite fantasy written by Jaimie of Jaimie’s Erotica – my first thought was ‘holy shit, I have seen videos like this and they made my cunt flood too!’. My second thought was ‘why do we not write more erotica with a heavy focus on precum?’. In this fabulous story, Jaimie and her girlfriend experiment with a little kinky DIY so they can live out their dreams of teasing a guy’s dick through a hole they’ve cut in a second-hand kitchen table. It’s exactly as hot as that sounds, with an additional stunning emphasis on how horny it is to get to play, taste and paint each other with eager little droplets of precum. Unngh. Check out Jaimie’s blog at the link above, read her previous guest blog The Chatelaine (a beautifully atmospheric Halloween-themed piece), follow her on Mastodon or BlueSky, and keep an ear out for some of her incredible work appearing on the audio porn project this year too!

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This stunning piece is part 8 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on the rest of the Sunday series here, and you absolutely should because every single episode is fire. 

I feel your breath on my ass and it’s followed by your fingers, tracing over my cheeks, fingernails lightly grazing around to the sides of my hips, over the sensitive area at the base of my spine, and I feel goosebumps forming. Your touch is so gentle, a complete contrast to the whipping you gave me earlier. My ass smarts with the memory of it and I draw in a breath, arching my neck and raising my head.

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