Slipping my fingers between the slender black elastic and my body, I started to move them downwards over my hips. Such a struggle not to rush it, in my lust-induced frenzy. I turned yet again to reveal the string being pulled down between my buttocks first, and as slowly as I could lowered both the g-string and the top half of my body to peel it down between my legs.
Then we're connected. The warm tip of his erection presses against my puckered, lube-slicked hole, expertly seeking its sheath as his hands remain holding me spread. Thanks to his thoughtful, teasing preparation, the head of his cock slips inside. I feel, rather than hear, him groan above me as he fights against instant self-indulgence and forces himself to take time over his conquest.
Years of memories of shared sex intimacy raced through my mind, countless kinky scenes tumbling through together, overwhelming me with instant lust. Panic blended seamlessly with trust and formed the liquid desire which escaped between my legs.
Moan turned to determined grunt as those well-travelled fingers pushed my hip forwards; the dawn of a quest. Index and middle finger expertly sought out the slippery wetness his attentions had generated so far. My breaths turned ragged and heavy as he slid a finger inside me, probing and testing, then another... opening me up and finger fucking me. My nipples were hard against the covers and his other arm slipped round underneath me, seeking the weight of my breasts to complete the sinful encircling.
There’s something about man loving and gay sex which gets my knickers twitching. It doesn’t even have to be all-out gay porn; just a simple act of romantic affection between guys on a TV show can catch my clit’s interest. When it does come down to the action, though, man-on-man sex scenes are so fucking hot. And as it’s all rather gay, I’m not really sure why I (as a woman) would find it all that hot.
...instead of a magnificent round-up post, I've decided to note down a few of the lessons I learned during 2017 – ones which made a particular impression on me – and my main goals for 2018. Which are definitely (and defiantly) not resolutions, because who seriously sticks to those anyway?
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.