I couldn’t say how much time had passed since the last of the suits had demonstrated their pleasure at Master & I’s X-rated performance. The chair back dug into my arms, while Master’s tie chafed my tightly bound wrists. It hadn’t taken much persuading for more ties to be donated. Legs spread, ankles bound separately to the chair legs and my mauled tits and well-fucked entrance on full, humiliating display.
By Cara Sutra: There was a timid knock at the door. I knew it was him, he was exactly on time. A good start. The instructions I'd placed in the package had been perfectly clear. Wear these items when you visit on Monday morning, at 10am sharp. Let yourself in the main entrance, then come find Me in my dressing room. You will kneel, knock and wait for permission from Mistress to enter.
By Cara Sutra: Sat astride my pin-striped suited Master's lap, completing the circle of his similarly dressed friends in the hired hall, I'd never felt quite so exposed and vulnerable. It was my own fault for disclosing my long-held fantasy some time ago; him fucking me in his pin-striped suit. A cosy little sex scene, just the two of us... or so I'd imagined.
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.
Cara Sutra: As most of you know I have a personal interest in all things Femdom. As a dominatrix and Mistress on the fetish scene it was genuinely thrilling some years ago to find an author who wrote first-rate erotic fiction around the power dynamic of Female domination.
By Mel MacFarlane: I knelt on the floor giggling and listened intently to the soft rustle of paper as he moved swiftly around the room. His normally heavy footsteps surprisingly light as he navigated his way around me, hoping that I wouldn’t hear. Over my eyes the blindfold pressed firmly against my skin, allowing only a small chink of light to highlight his large black boots.
Scarlett Delage: Without any ceremony, the man walked forward, grabbed hold of the Abess’ hair with his hand and roughly shoved his penis between her lips, shoving it so far in she began to choke, but the man seemed not to care and began to thrust himself in and out of the kneeling woman’s mouth. As he did so he began to talk...
Dr. J: or my first job in sexuality, I packed condoms for Adam and Eve. I saw in real time how research and teaching could help people feel good about their sexual selves. That spurred me on to finish my undergraduate degree in health education specialising in sexuality.
Erica Hart: Role Play Scripts for the Modern Woman is a compilation of my role play scripts—based on the ones that most husband and I most enjoyed—and I've gone one step further and included details on how to build the anticipation and set up the scene. I want you, and other woman, to feel empowered, and being prepared is the best way to do that.
Elizabeth Black: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Elizabeth Black, who shares insights about the lady behind the pen name in this fascinating feature below. A fellow cat lover, hurray! We've also been treated to an incredibly hot free excerpt as well as links to Elizabeth's website and social media.
By Cara Sutra: He looked up at me from where he knelt on the kitchen floor, a solitary tear running down his defeated face. That just caused my cunt to become wetter in beautifully cruel empathy. Finally, he’d completed the distasteful task. His expert tongue protruded, but not out of rudeness or as a plea for pussy. On the tip was a small, very shiny key.
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.
I was so focused on my stinging arse and the wetness coming down my upper thighs that I almost didn’t notice that he had gone to pick up yet more torture toys. I eagerly opened my buttocks when he started pressing the butt-plug against my opening. How strangely wonderful it felt as it slowly entered me...
By Cara Sutra: His cock is lubed from my frothed saliva combined with whatever of his first spunk I failed to take and keep down my throat. My punishment for this failure is him spitting on my now well-versed knot, pushing that slick cock tip hard at my hole and forcing it inside brutally.