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.
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?
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 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.
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.
By Cara Sutra: Dear Daddy: When I suck your cock with my Invisalign aligners in, I get all self-conscious. I never used to be self-conscious when I was sucking your cock. But somehow, an Invisalign blowjob makes everything different.
By Cara Sutra: How I view myself has a big effect on my libido and, consequentially, on my sex life. Self-perception and sexuality is often discussed in sex advice articles, but I find that the majority of these simply focus on increasing your self-confidence in the bedroom so that you can enjoy sex more frequently, in more adventurous ways or just an improved sex life in general. I wanted to explore something beyond a crisis of confidence. How can the ebb and flow of self-perception alter desires towards and actions within masturbation and any shared sexual experiences?