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Sunday (part 7): Blow job heaven
This stunning piece is part 7 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’re thrusting your hips, my head clamped between your hands and you fuck me hard. Your dick stretching my mouth wide, saliva pooling on my chin, and I’m hyper aware of my discomfort. Knees pressed as they are against the cool, bare hardness of the floor and the angle you’re keeping me at. I’m neither able to sit back to my heels, nor properly rise. My balance is a mess and my thighs are straining.
Fill me with cum: Not quite asleep, very clearly consenting
It’s late, and I’m tired. So tired, in fact, that I’ve just slept through the last twenty minutes of the film we were meant to be watching. You can’t blame me: it’s not often I get to snuggle up on a sofabed with my head in somebody’s lap, sinking into the duvet and enjoying the gentle, rhythmic stroke of their hand on my bottom and thighs. It is blissful. Beautiful. Like stepping into a shower that’s set to the perfect temperature, or hugging a loved one when you meet them off the train. I am safe, cosy, happy. This scene is tranquil as fuck, so you can’t blame me for falling asleep. I am also a horny bitch, though, so I hope you can also understand what happens next.
Do it on your own
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but some of you will so I’ll say it. That thing you’ve been itching to do for ages? You should do it on your own.
Sunday (part 6): Please – a Sunday spanking
This fabulous story is part 6 in a series written and read by Sundial. You can catch up on parts 1-5 here (and you totally should because they are incredible). This piece picks up where the last one ended, with Sundial begging for a spanking…
My naked body’s bent face down over the table, hands balled into fists by my head. Your hand is pushing into the small of my back. With your other, you stroke the wooden spoon over my ass, teasing me with it, and my anticipation builds. I’m feeling so exposed, the buzzing plug compounding my predicament. I’m wondering how hard you’re going to hit me. And I can’t wait for it to begin.
A sexy dream: midnight fucking and cum on the carpet
I woke up last Thursday with the loveliest, softest feeling: like I’d just had a truly sexy dream. It was hyper-realistic, and that realism lingered in my mind as I opened my eyes. Snuggling down beneath the duvet in a winter-warm bed, I ran hands over my body and allowed the details to return to me piece by piece.