Last Updated on 25 October, 2026 by Cara Sutra
Saturday 1 August
Having a wonderful time aboard Iona, cruising to the Norwegian fjords for a week, staying in a mini conservatory suite. Luxurious and so relaxing. The sunset over the ocean tonight was beautiful.
Saturday 8 August
Back in the UK. What a holiday. Wonderful. Now staying in a fairly grim budget hotel down south before our flight to Manchester tomorrow. Had to improve the afternoon with a seedy motel roleplay quickie in the lockable loo cubicle in the room. Much better.
One minute I was innocently resting like this, admittedly no bra, next I was being pounded and filled, stood awkwardly in the tiny toilet cubicle. Having to stay silent whilst he molested my swinging tits and thrusted relentlessly. Hands flat on the back wall. Leg muscles burning.
He isn’t good at quickies. Made it last forever. He eventually came, hard, when I told him my legs were hurting so much. Unsure if he was being sympathetic, or my pain was turning him on. I suspect and hope it’s the latter.
Monday 10 August
Spicing up the boring job of sorting post-holiday laundry by doing it nipples clamped, both holes filled.
Tuesday 11 August
Line dried rough towel over hyper sensitive nipples.
Felt up and fingered at the kitchen sink.
So excited for this to arrive, and for the throatful of cum he promises as my reward for finding and buying it.
Laying across his lap on the sofa means he plays with my tits, which somehow makes me desperate to be fucked but also incredibly sleepy at the same time. Confusing. But too sleepy to think on it more deeply right now.
Wednesday 12 August
He turned me into his prewarmed, motorised fleshlight last night. I was so sleepy after he’d been playing with my tits as I laid across his lap on the sofa. Sleepy but turned on. Tease my nipples and I melt, but my body is also demanding to be fucked, hard. He said I should go up to bed, while he finishes up some work, and he wanted me to put the Lush 4 in my pussy and the Ditto+ in my ass. On my favourite settings, “break your mind” for the Lovense and “cha-cha-cha” anally.
By the time he came up, about 40 mins later, I was desperate for him to be inside me. Leaking copiously and stimulated to the max, without cumming. He smiled his beautiful smile of evil and cruelty then took pity, flipping me on to all fours and fucking me hard like I needed. Without removing any of the toys first. The buzzing inside my pussy and ass making me a real life vibrating cock sleeve for him. Whilst he molested my tits the whole time. Hottest fuck ever.
About 5am I needed the loo so went, came back, and he surprised me by grabbing me as soon as I laid back down and slipping inside me from behind. No toys this time, just a frenzied free use fuck of his sex doll. He was gone when I eventually woke up late this morning. But a message reminding me I’m his sticky kitten. A few messages exchanged later, and he’s there, cumming hard in me yet again, fucking his own sloppy seconds from early morning, both loving it. A busy night. A very good morning.
Conditioning my body to need something in either, or preferably both, holes at all times, so that being empty feels so wrong that it’s actively disturbing. Wakes up: right, I really need to let my play holes recover today. 10am: both holes filled. I think the conditioning is working, what have I done. Added the Lovense Ferri, the magnetic clit vibe, and left it running until I can’t help but orgasm right where I’m sat in the lounge or the battery runs out. Other holes still full of cock. What will come first?
There’s probably something psychologically pertinent about developing breeder, lactation, milking and hucow kinks at a time of life when I probably can’t have babies anymore. Far enough away from the reality to indulge in the fetish.
Thursday 13 August
A very happy 5th wedding anniversary to my husband. Can’t wait to celebrate properly later.
Friday 14 August
It started with a kiss (shaped-gag). The comically oversized lips which glistened and promised unobstructed access to the deepest recesses of my throat, as he thrust into the large O between those locked on silicone lips until I could do nothing to prevent his hot load spurting against my tonsils and feeding my hunger for his desire.
From a practical point of view, I’m glad I grabbed a towel first. The amount of drool the open-mouth, facefucking gag produced was plentiful. The inner ring behind my teeth rubbed quite vehemently as he fucked my face through it, and I have a chafed reminder underneath my tongue today that I keep feeling for and getting a renewed tingle of pleasure.
I’m so lucky that he can cum more than once whenever we play. Gag removed, he pulled me to sit astride him so he could be deep inside my pussy, still vibrating the “bitches will suffer” pattern through the Lush 4. Ditto+ performing a cha-cha-cha in my ass. Turned into his vibrating fleshlight for the second time this week, his mouth alternating between kissing my cum-flavoured mouth and sucking on my massive tits’ hyper-sensitive nipples, pre-teased by him and my own fingers all day. Unsurprisingly it didn’t take too long for his second load to flood up towards my cervix.
He wasn’t done yet, and neither was I. After some time embracing in the hot, sticky glow, he flipped me on to all fours and pulled the plug out of my ass. A squirt of lube was the only other warning before his tip was pushing at the tight entrance, then pushing through, shallow teases at first then harder and more urgently. Until he was violently pounding this anal slut’s ass as I was shaking on all fours, whimpering and moaning despite the window being open. I didn’t care who heard as I surrendered to the intense, blissful sensations, my inevitable anal orgasm triggering his, completing the holy trinity.
My arms were so weak that I collapsed, completely spent from the thorough use and relentless waves of pleasure. My legs shook uncontrollably and it was some time before I could move.
I’m in a state of wonder and disbelief that we’re back fucking as frequently and rampantly and kinkily as we did when we first found each other. I think I’m on catch-up after the past few years’ health and hormonal difficulties. If this is broken, it doesn’t feel like it; it feels right and wonderful and I never want it to end. Full on slut era and I’m discovering so many new interests. Teasing myself all day but saving my orgasm for when he can enjoy it with me. Rejecting the high constant vibe I previously adored and choosing low, sanity-breaking patterns over hours for my pussy, clit and ass. Embracing my new, enormous tits and hyper-sensitive nipples, and new kinks unlocked.
I hope these sexy shares come across in the spirit they’re intended and how I actually feel. Not trying to boast or show off, just in disbelief, delighted, and massively relieved that my libido is finally back after I thought it may have died forever. And if a sex blogger can’t ramble on and on about her sex life, who can?
I do feel like I understand horny men better now, because I’ve bought so many things under the influence of sex brain.
Saturday 15 August
Netflix and sitting still as the knot of a large dog cock toy stretches me constantly just inside my entrance, while my largest anal toy fully invades my rear. The dog cock with knot, suspiciously creamy.
Sunday 16 August
I think I sucked his soul out through his cock last night.
After this week I’m unsurprisingly knackered and sore today. Stupid body can’t be filled and edged all day every day. Had a lovely shower, and even put proper clothes on instead of a short, clinging dress with nothing underneath which has become house uniform. Painkillers taken and prescribed myself a day of rest. This will be difficult. Sex brain and successful conditioning means my body is still insisting on being filled, thrilled and fucked. Frustrating.
Monday 17 August
Taking him a cup of tea in his office, knowing I’ll be leaking as I walk away after his hands have been all over me as a thank you.
It’s amazing what can fit in an arse when sufficiently lubed and aroused.
Being molested as I kiss him goodbye when he needs to go out, and whispering to him “do you really want to make me orgasm right here on the doorstep?” so he leaves with a hard-on for me.
Tuesday 18 August
The wonderful pulsing ache of starting the day sore, front and back. One is my fault, the other his.
I was already asleep when he came up to bed late last night. As I’d requested, he pushed himself inside and took his pleasure anyway. I can never stay fully asleep when it happens, which is something I’m working on. But I can pretend. It turns us both on more. It’s turning me on now, remembering.
Wednesday 19 August
My play holes were aching last night, before I went to bed. On top of the deep ache from prolonged filling and overuse, my pussy was rhythmically clenching, pulsing, angrily demanding to know where his cock was, to massage and drain it as usual. Enforced rest and recovery is so frustrating.
Thursday 20 August
Thought I’d successfully put away all the sex toys and bondage gear in our room ready for the cleaner’s arrival today (memories of that time she very politely vacuumed around a butt plug), when husband points out the bright red bondage rope around the bed post. Real life hidden object puzzle.
“Gift” from husband. Apparently it did not look this size on the website, but he still laughed loudly when it arrived. 9-inch max insertable length, 4-inch girth on those beaded parts. Kinda shocked I can take it 7 inches deep. Feels wonderful.
Messaging my husband (sat next to me but feels easier to be filthy over text) that I’d rather be watching this TV show sat on his hard cock, then the doorbell goes as he’s reading it. Older guy here to do a survey about TV viewing habits. Good job I wasn’t sat fully riding my husband in the lounge, I suppose. Felt hot and flustered enough as it was. The fact I’m only wearing a flimsy, very low-cut dress adding to the excitement.
The way he casually thrusts his hands down my ample cleavage to feel up my always accessible tits and pinch my nipples without saying a word, just fully groping and molesting because he can, then walks away. Leaving me aching to be filled and fucked. Bastard.
Friday 21 August
Last night he fucked my pussy just long and hard enough until there was enough “lube” to slip into my ass, growling “anal slut” into my ear as he did so. Brain and body melting. Then he flipped me onto my front, held both my wrists down firmly in the small of my back, pounding my ass hard while all I could do was moan, writhe under him, and take it. Apparently I can cum from penetration, but only when it’s a cock furiously ramming my ass deep and hard. I was trembling and couldn’t see properly for ages afterwards.
Getting ready for a long weekend away, which should be fun. Decided to take toys for the long car ride, and the road trip was deliciously bumpy. Lovely hotel, lovely room. Definitely room to manoeuvre. Husband and I will be doing our part to save water over the weekend, by showering together. Can’t promise they’ll be quick.
Saturday 22 August
No big sex story from last night; we were both exhausted and curled up together, watched Netflix and fell asleep. Family day out today.
Sunday 23 August
What time of day do you prefer to have sex? I have the most energy for it in the afternoon, which is often inconvenient. We were surprisingly able to enjoy the spacious bedroom for hot sex antics yesterday, early evening. Window was wide open so some traffic noise helped with discretion. And made it extra kinky as I’m sure we could be seen by passing motorists.
Monday 24 August
We did fall asleep together watching TV again last night, but not before making the most of the enormous en suite shower together. Getting fresh.
Wednesday 26 August
Feeling a little better today. Like, “tie me down, fuck me and fill me” better, not yet at “acrobatic 69ing in the shower” better. Now imagining doctors using this pain scale, a chart on the wall of various sexual antics and positions. “How do you feel today, on a scale of sleep sack with a handy access hole to arabesque on an ice skate spit roast?”
Just found out it’s Anal August, but I thought the whole of 2026 was Anal Sex Year. That’s what he told me, anyway.
Thursday 27 August
Incredibly wet outside, and not much drier inside, as I’m writing all things sexy while full of Lush 4 pussy toy and Ditto+ anal plug.
Whew, what a day at work, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm over and over again in between writing and replying to emails. Ready for an evening of rest and relaxation, being relentlessly teased, groped and fingered by him on the sofa, before I finally let myself have that orgasm I’ve been holding off all day, when he’s inside me later.
Friday 28 August
Trying two new silicone toys at once. Alien plug stretching my pussy to the max while the long marbled beads are deep inside my arse. Oh, fuck. These are. Very. Nice. No-one lightly brush against my nipples or breathe on my clit while I’m full of these, or I might accidentally orgasm. Every move is wow.
The way he waits until my hands are otherwise occupied at the kitchen sink to sneak up behind me and grope my tits from behind with one hand whilst his other pushes on the base of both toys deeply filling me.
Saturday 29 August
A late night. Bruises, both visible and not, a pleasurable reminder all day. Exchanging looks, and smiles, and affectionate fondling. Quick, stolen kisses between domesticity, that promise more is to come, when we can.
Monday 31 August
Spending the day curled up with husband, on the sofa. Netflix and love.
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