Diary

Blog updates and more personal journal updates can be found here, in Cara Sutra's Diary. Find out what goes on between the bedsheets, what makes me tick sexually and enjoy an intense and erotic peek into the private sex lives of my partners and I. Discover my plethora of sexual kinks and gasp as I reveal all. Do you dare read in public or are you bookmarking for later? If you'd like to read even more behind the scenes news and access exclusive personal updates including photos, why not support my work on Patreon? I hope you enjoy reading through my diary entries from over the years.

Self-Perception & Sex: How Do My Opinions Of Myself Affect My Sex Life?

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?

How It Feels Watching Your Partner Fuck Someone Else

By Cara Sutra: How would you feel if you saw your partner fuck someone else? I guess for many the answer would be colourful variants of pissed off. Catch 5 minutes of a daytime TV chat show to watch lie detector frenzies and accusations of cheating descend into all-out battle. The reality, when we add in consent and pre-discussion, is more complex and nuanced. A partner having sex with someone else doesn't always mean they're cheating on you or that you'll feel betrayed.

We’ve moved! Have you got my new address?

By Cara Sutra: A week ago we finally moved into our gorgeous new forever home. You probably already know this if you follow on Twitter or Facebook, and receive my weekly newsletter. It's taken every ounce of energy we had but finally, we’re in our new home. It really is feeling like home already, even though there's still a staggering amount of boxes to unpack (only half of them are full of sex toys, with just a few of the others containing shoes).

Pride Brighton 2016

By Cara Sutra: Pride has become an increasingly significant and strongly emotive movement for me. Not only are both my partner and I bisexual, we fall into the area of LGBTQ which is still incredibly misunderstood and which is surrounded by all sorts of ridiculous myths. I visited my first Pride last year and was delighted to be able to visit again this year - not just with my partner (and minnie also came along and drove us) but also with the elder of my two sons, who is 11.

Kink is a drug, and I’m chasing a higher high

By Cara Sutra: There have been so many suddenly shocked faces during my conversations over the past few years that I’m thinking perhaps I’m getting a bit immune to the typically taboo realm of kink and fetish. That moment when you realise everyone at the surrounding tables in a restaurant have fallen quiet as you’re openly discussing anal reaming...

I Don’t Feel Sexy Enough To Write A Sex Blog

By Cara Sutra: The sex blog genre is full of people writing about top shelf sexy stuff, whether it's their real life sex diaries or articulating mind-blowingly hot fantasies conjured by their beautifully perverse imaginations. But even when sex bloggers aren't writing, they're busy bonking super sexy strangers all day and posting pictures of their gorgeous bodies on social media for the world to admire. Right?

Foot Worship From My Slave Girl

Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My cunt was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.

A Cock Sucking Story: How I Give Him A Blow Job

By Cara Sutra: Both his hands are in my hair now and I’m being bounced off his cock. He’s using the very deepest part of my throat as his personal wank sleeve – a fuck toy in which to dump his cum.

A Domme’s Fantasy: Your Submission

By Cara Sutra: Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you were completely submissive to me. My mind tends to stray towards a sexual kinky fantasy - a Domme's fantasy. They're not talked about much, right? Usually all eyes are on the submissive - the submissive male, in the majority of FemDom - but what does a Domme dream about?
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Why I Quit Sugar, Gluten & The Pill

I must admit, when I started to follow a gluten free diet at the start of January I didn’t think a) it would make all that much difference and b) that I’d be able to stick with it for long. I went gluten-free partly as a health inspired New Year’s Resolution and partly using the excuse of a fresh start after another belly-busting Christmas to somehow achieve a happier tummy.

New Year’s Resolutions 2016 – 10 Surprising Promises To Myself

During Christmas 2015 I had the chance to reflect and reassess what I’m exactly doing here, with my blog, in life. What my actual goals are and what I want to get out of the work I put into projects. With that in mind, and moving on from the harsh realities of the past year noted above (and taking a pinch of inspiration from this excellent New Year's Resolutions article by Hella Rude), I’ve written ten somewhat surprising promises to myself for the next year (and beyond) which will serve as my New Year’s Resolutions 2016.

Girl date: The first fuck is the sweetest

I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges. Not content with giving just clitoral stimulation, worried it wouldn’t be enough, I slipped first the tip of my index finger inside her cunt, then my middle finger alongside it. Slowly and gently at first, I finger fucked her while my tongue danced over and around her clit.

Reclaiming his territory

He moved on his side to face me, both of us on top of the bed. His nose almost touching mine. There’s no argument which could ever be brooked with those dark eyes, brooding doesn’t even come close. Determined? Of course. Expectant. Dominant. In control. To be obeyed without question or hesitation. To stare into them means to know this is what you really want, to know your own mind and be strong enough to go where it and he leads. I'm proud enough to face those eyes openly and without hiding or running. They were out of focus range, suddenly… and his mouth was on mine, tasting and invading. The first penetration.

Spoons

Recursive ripples of pleasure emanating from our tangled form. My mouth taking in the pre-cum slicked tip of his cock, my lips wet by my tongue between taking more and more of his shaft until he’s fucking my throat. His freshly blown cock, still wet from a heady mixture of salty tears, cum and saliva, perfectly lubricated to slide balls-deep into my aching cunt. His generous cock which is always ready for more and never seems spent, completing the carnal hat-trick by flipping me over, smearing cold gel with finger tips and fucking my arse. Hard. While I sob from that addictive blend of exhaustion, need, pain and arousal, deep wracking cathartic sobs into the well-worn teddy of an ageplayer.

Pretty when I cry

Raising my hips in the usual way I can easily slip just the end of his still hard cock inside my incredibly wet cunt. Sucking him and making him cum hard down my throat always turns me on so much that my inner thighs are a sticky mess of arousal. I lean down to kiss him, my mouth still awash with the taste of his cum - but he loves the taste. It makes him kiss me all the more passionately, his tongue sweeping around my mouth, exploring, relishing every last remnant of his cum and combining that pleasure with kissing me because he loves me but lusts for me, and these moments are the culmination of that desire and emotion. I kiss him back harder, matching his passion, and at the same time sit down hard on his cock, my tight but slippery pussy offering absolutely no resistance whatsoever. He gasps and moans all at once, into my mouth as we're still kissing. So satisfying. I start to move, slowly at first, up and down on his cock and my tits hang down heavily, nipples brushing his chest hair. He moves his hands out easily from underneath my playfully Dominant hands on his wrists, there's nothing I could do to stop him. His fingers find my nipples and pinch them gently at first, then increasing in pressure until I'm the one moaning against his mouth in now intermittent kisses, gasping and moaning and squealing. Rising and sitting on his cock, my thighs clamped hard to his body, riding him on top and wanting more, always more, insatiable for his sex.

Can You Be A Homophobic Bisexual Submissive Male?

By Cara Sutra: Can you be a homophobic bisexual submissive male? Let's explore this fascinating subject. First, here's two interesting facts about a recent new slave.

Fifty Shades of Grey Movie Review by Cara Sutra

By Cara Sutra: I don’t care what you think about Fifty Shades of Grey. By the time the Fifty Shades of Grey Movie was released in UK cinemas I was bouncing with excitement about going to see it. Not because I’m the world’s biggest 50 Shades fan. Not because I find Christian Grey knicker-gushingly hot. Because I wanted to be able to make up my own damn mind without being torn one way or the other by other people’s opinions.

Why you need to ditch the ‘I hate 50 Shades of Grey’ bandwagon

I didn’t want a man (or woman, as it turned out) to look into my eyes and say my name softly as he/she fucked me gently. I wanted to have my wrists held behind my back, I wanted a hand tight around my throat, I wanted my hair around a fist and my head yanked back as I was kissed so hard that I would think I was actually dying from not being able to breathe, for my lips and neck to be bitten until they bled and I had lasting bruises to wear with pride. I didn’t want soft sex in the dark I wanted flipping over and beating with the lights on full. I didn’t want private intimacy I wanted to have hot wax dripped over my tits with an audience watching. I didn’t want a long, hard cock with a rich suitor attached, I wanted the choice of a man or a woman as a sexual partner, to ride life’s taboos which had been denied to me for so long and to taste the most exotic (to some, obscene) pleasures that the world and other consenting people could offer.

What I Get Out Of Locking A Man In A Chastity Cage

By Cara Sutra: What thrill could anyone get out of locking a man into a chastity cage? At a time when the spotlight is full blast on BDSM and kink it’s refreshing to see Uber Kinky coming to the fore and raising awareness about different types of alternative relationships. What I mean is, plenty of people are now aware of light bedroom bondage which has been mainly interpreted as female sub, male Dominant. Because all relationships consist of two people, hetero, cis, the whole gender binary he-she-bang. Well actually, no.

The Breaking of K (Wearing of the CB-6000 Male Chastity Device Journal from slave...

To dream of the unobtainable invariably leads to torment and unrequited desire. After last night's conversation I found myself imagining what it must be like to have sex with the most stunningly beautiful, unattainable, deliciously cruel Goddess and Bitch. I imagined Her naked body close to me, Her erect nipples betraying Her arousal, the heat radiating from Her sex and through that heat I could feel the moistness inviting my eventual penetration. Of course this was all in my imagination, but I was imagining something I'd never dared with any of my previous Femdom owners. Having said that, Mistress Cara is special, probably my last and certainly the most deserving and superior Mistress I have ever served. Perhaps even more reason not to imagine the impossible. Not only did I imagine it but I did so when my cock was restrained preventing not only sexual release but even a proper erection.