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photo: SexArt

Sometimes it takes the right person to unlock a whole different side of yourself.

I’d gotten there much earlier than we’d planned, I’m anxious like that. I fidgeted in my seat for what seemed an inordinate number of minutes and wondered if I’d been stood up before ordering my second Old Fashioned. Then Erica walked in with Dean, and boy was I smitten. Like jaw-hit-the-table and tongue-went-lolling-about smitten.

Erica was forever trying to hook me up whenever we weren’t together, which was on, off and some other times in-between as well. We indulged each other’s fantasies while at the same time managing to not fall in love with each other. If there was ever…


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Careful who you trust

The man stirred groggily, his head clouded and heavy. The crackling of burning wood was hot and loud, with the billowing smoke enveloping him, making his eyes tear up as they fluttered open. The cabin was on fire!

Less than an hour earlier, the cottage had been filled with Lorraine’s throaty moans. On her knees she had suckled greedily at the penis in front of her, using her hands to cup the testicles and stroke the shaft. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making men happy, and Voyle was a very happy man right then…


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A routine video conference call becomes a lot more challenging.

For a week I’ve been telling Nicole about the presentation on Tuesday morning. It’s all I’ve been living and breathing for days now, putting together data from various departments and working at it like my job depends on this Zoom call. It likely doesn’t, but it will certainly help me get noticed. I’ve bored her off her tits reciting my spiel over and over until I can say it with my eyes closed. I watch her as I speak, and even though she grimaces when I insert awkward work-related puns, I keep them in my speech, more for me than…


A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.

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My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.

What better way to finish off the decade than fucking at midnight?
#Storyin12
Finish, Dec 31st

She had him on edge, not letting him finish, prolonging his agony.
#Storyin12
Finish, Dec 31st

The condoms discarded on the floor told the tale of her night.
#Storyin12
Condom, Dec 30th

They kissed hard, lips bruising, tongues dueling, teeth clashing, and hands grabbing.
#Storyin12
Clash, Dec 29th

Gold jewellery did nothing for her, diamonds however were her best friend.
#Storyin12
Gold, Dec 28th

The country estate she inherited…


A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.

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My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.

She accosted him in the doorway, face against the wood, “clothes.. off!”
#Storyin12
Doorway, Nov 29th

Her perky nipples stood proud, like lighthouses on a pair of islands.
#Storyin12
Island, Nov 28th

She was not above sharing, allowing them both to pleasure her equally.
#Storyin12
Sharing, Nov 27th

“Hello, what’s this?” she said, playfully nudging his erection with her foot.
#Storyin12
Hello, Nov 26th

His eyes flew open, a stranger’s hands had joined hers stroking him.
#Storyin12
Stranger, Nov 24th

The silken fabric of her…


A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.

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My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.

She was the devil incarnate, getting exactly what her black heart desired.
#Storyin12
Devil, Oct 31st

She was drawn by her demure nature, the opposite of her usual.
#Storyin12
Opposite, Oct 30th

She’d plotted out a wicked night of passion and entrapment for him.
#Storyin12
Plot, Oct 29th

“Don’t.. stop..” she moaned, legs flailing as the overwhelming orgasm overcame her.
#Storyin12
Moan, Oct 28th

She trailed the rose over her breast, letting thorns catch the nipple.
#Storyin12
Thorn, Oct 27th

She had to discipline him…


A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.

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My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.

I opened her up with my tongue, and let out her demons.
#Storyin12
Demons, Sep 28th

Some measure of quiet solitude is quite necessary for contemplation, and masturbation.
#Storyin12
Solitude, Sep 26th

She trembled as the buzzing wand brought her closer to the precipice.
#Storyin12
Buzz, Sep 24th

Her plump lips, ripe with wanting;
His erect rod, into the slit.
#Storyin12
Ripe, Sep 23rd

Every session together seemed a quest to test his, and her, boundaries.
#Storyin12
Quest, Sep 22nd

She liked him; naive, but…


Celebrating 500 weeks of Sinful Sunday!

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Just because Locktober is over doesn’t mean teasing and denial comes to an end.

Besides, we all know a bratty sub needs some discipline to keep them in line while doing chores.

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Happy 500th Anniversary to the amazing Molly and the wonderful people who contribute to Sinful Sunday every week. Click here to see what everyone’s posted for this special occasion.


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The lockdown has changed us all in different ways

I wake up to the email from work, and I am filled with a cold dread.
All employees are expected to return to the building starting next week.

I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to work from home during this period. However, right at the beginning I discovered that long hours of being online in a dull, data-entry job do tend to let the mind wander. …


It all happened one Halloween…

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“Unhh… unhh… yes, yes.”

Her grunts keep time with my lapping tongue, long slow paintbrush strokes, laving her cunt with attention. Up and down, like a metronome, I continue to work at it as her breathing quickens. She slides her hand between her legs and pulls back the hood, showing me the nub of her clitoris, inviting me to pay it the same devotion, and I comply. Delicately, with the tip of my tongue, I circle the bud, feeling it throbbing and growing under my touch. I alternate between delving into her depths and flicking her clit. …

Cal

An Englishman in New England, seeking a place to pen his thoughts

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