Have you ever had one of those orgasms that surprises you? An orgasm that you can almost catch hold of, ride the crest of, as if you were a surfer on the perfect wave? I have. And I can't help wondering whether those types of orgasm are multiple orgasms, or just seem like they go on for ages. How long should an orgasm last, anyway?
The #MeToo tag has taken over social media this week. This isn't some feel-good viral, however; quite the opposite. The prevalence of the #MeToo hashtag is a reflection of the prevalence of sexual harassment towards, violence against and the intimidation of women, by men.
I shouldn't have been so surprised, really; pretty much every glossy magazine regularly boasts about "69 Sex Positions You Never Knew Existed!" and "100 New Sex Positions You Need To Try Right NOW!" Forget your 'Wheelbarrow' and your 'Pretzel' however; our fave is the Folded Deckchair Sex Position.
I'd taken far too long to complete the last task I'd been given, and my Mistress was very displeased with me. Despite my begging and pleading, and my grovelling apology, I got the impression Mistress was deliberately making me wait before announcing her chosen punishment.
My Daddy is very big and so very strong. He has big hands to hold me tight and strong warm arms to wrap around me tightly and make any bad things go away. Daddy always has zillions Happy Birthday Daddy From Your Dirty Little Girlof cuddles and huggles for his little girl.
I moaned aloud as he took me by the shoulders and drove the full length of his cock deep into my achingly hungry pussy. My slippery, soft labia were spread apart as they massaged his welcome penetration. My head turned to the side, flat on the bed as he pinned it there with his heavy hand in my hair, he rammed his cock into me repeatedly, frenziedly. This wasn't love-making. This was primitive, carnal rutting.
The question I've been musing on over the past couple of months has two distinct elements. Am I addicted to sex toys – and is this having a detrimental effect on my sex life?
I was on a high from the theatre; the sounds, sights and smells of the west end. A shared bottle of white in Soho definitely helped. Buzzing from a fantastic night out, and tumbling into our deluxe hotel suite, I was feeling so incredibly aroused and daring.
For some time now I’ve been harbouring a worry. Am I getting too old to correctly educate others in the ways of sexuality, gender and suchlike? My worry is that I’m coming up to 40 in a few years, and perhaps I’m just not cutting-edge as a sex educator any more.
By Cara Sutra: She was delicate, feminine, romantic and scarily intelligent. And mine. Jay would describe herself as pretty average looking - but to me, she was gorgeous. Fucking her had been a revelation; I'd never lost myself during sex quite that much. I was addicted. One afternoon in particular stands out from all the rest.
By Cara Sutra: Perhaps it was the discovery of a bottle of poppers in the bedside table, or it might have been that his friend was just so fucking horny that night. Either way, the stars were aligned for passionate boy-on-boy action.
By Cara Sutra: When I let my mind wander back to that night, it leaps straight to the heart of the action. My man's mouth pleasuring another man. Watching him suck another man's cock made for a fucking arousing sex memory; one I'd like to share with you today.