Sex Diary

Feeling voyeuristic? What exactly do I get up to between the sheets? I invite you to peek through my window and find out, here in my sex diary at the Cara Sutra sex blog.

Much of my personal sex diary focuses on my varied, fun and wild sex life with my long-term partner. Despite having a fairly full household we manage to continue with an active sex life during the precious private moments we spend together. As we’re both extremely kinky and part of the BDSM community, a lot of our sex is naturally kink-influenced. Name-calling, specific fetishes, power exchange, bondage and spanking all feature regularly. The basis of our relationship, though, is the love and attraction we still have to one another, and which we love to celebrate through our passionate lovemaking sessions.

My partner and I are both bisexual. This is often relevant in my sex diary updates as some of the exciting write-ups feature other people… There’s that time I wrote about him being taken by a boyfriend, and the several anecdotal tales of my sexy fun with various girls. We’re both lucky to have a relationship which is founded on love and honesty, with very clear boundaries set.

These are very much the highlights from my sex life and I do my best to keep this area updated – after I’ve already exerted so much energy during sex, though, I often don’t have a lot left to write about what just happened! If you’d love to read more saucy tales, head over to my sexy stories area for some seriously hot erotica.

Can I really have an orgasm in my sleep?

Upon properly waking up I don’t feel the muscle tension that usually comes post-orgasm. The orgasm I had in my dreams isn’t that lightning bolt zing from clit to throat. It’s more of a rippling wave from top to toe, a gentle lapping of pleasure which unfurls from… where, I’m once again not sure. The pit of my stomach, my clit, my mind. All I know is that when I’m awake the feeling is ebbing away but it might just be the fading of a dream, not a real orgasm. One of my exes could orgasm without touching herself. Whether on the bus or just before going to sleep at night. Wherever she was she could just think about it and make herself have an orgasm. What an enviable skill. But her orgasms were always when she was fully awake, never when asleep.

Strip Show For Him

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.  

Coming Together

...if he ties me up, spanks me and uses ‘dirty talk’ before fucking me. Telling me what he’s going to do to his filthy little girl, that I’m all just for Daddy and that there’s nothing I can do to stop him, he’s going to fuck me anyway, nothing I can do about it. No choice. Tied up and no way out, no escape. Just a little fucktoy, a ragdoll for him to use and abuse at will. That sort of thing.

Orgasms 30-36 and an evil 37th

Sitting up more now, to use both hands on them, mauling them and pinching them tightly to make the nerve endings send a juddering connecting all the way through my body, connecting with my clit underneath the battering of the wand vibe.

After Eights Sex With Chocolate Sexy Story

I love food and I love sex. Combine the two for the kinkiest, sexiest, most perverted sex. I adore it. Having admitted this fact to him, he obviously wanted to take full advantage. I love when he takes full advantage of me. Anyway. I’m not sure if I wrote about the After Eights sex with chocolate occasion that happened a few months ago?

Finally, Some Time Alone

I felt my clit tingle beneath my skinny jeans, under the lace of my G-string. Suddenly I was hyper aware of my breasts, the hardening of my nipples, and the fact that my pussy lips felt like they wanted to part, begging to be filled and pleasured.

When I Watched A Man Fuck My Boyfriend

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.

Fuck Me Hard And Give Me Your Rough Sex

I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please fuck me hard right now.

Humiliating Objectification Fantasies: My Love/Hate Relationship

Guilty is the wrong word; I don't feel guilty about any of my pleasures, as P!nk famously said. I feel weird, and wired, and demanding. I have a high-maintenance imagination. Most notably, I have a private love/hate relationship with humiliating objectification –as a kink and as a popular foundation for my most extreme fantasies.

Shower Scene

The whole experience of taking a shower is somewhat erotic. Stepping into the cold, tiled bathroom, almost clinical. Barefoot on the wooden floor. Wrapped in my only protection, oversized dressing gown. Hair loose, face naked,...

Object of Desire: Does Sex Equal Affection For Me?

I would normally blog coherently and intelligently at this juncture, however I seem to have lost all capability for coherent thought due to feeling like an object of desire, and wondering does sex equal affection for me?

By The Window

By Cara Sutra: He didn't care. He was going to take me right then and there, in front of the window and he didn't care who could see.

Why We Love The Folded Deckchair Sex Position (& How To Try It Out)

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 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?
welcome home sex story

Welcome Home Sex Story

I couldn't wait to give him my special welcome home. He is lounging on the sofa when I arrive. Dozing after his busy activities. It’s evening and he is alone there. Creeping in, careful to not make a sound, I tip toe up, bare feet on the carpet aiding the stealthy motion.

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.

Kinky lovers once again

Seems we were cut a break. Carefully carrying him, we lay him down in his crib and held our breaths, expecting the indignant squeal to be emitted at any moment. But, nothing. Just even, deep...

My Mistress Cara Red Leather Mord-Sith Cosplay Outfit

A mord-sith is a member of a warrior group in the Sword Of Truth series. They're all women, and are trained to become mord-sith from when they're young girls. They are captured from their family in order to go through brutal training to attain the title and role of mord-sith.

What I Want From You: From Me To Him

I’m not sure how to word this – to explain to you what it is that I want from you, what I need. Things that uncover some needs deep inside me, that I’m not even sure why they exist, but I know they do. Reading other’s experiences and desires, lusts and satisfactions I feel kindred spirits at work – a meeting of ..well, not minds, but sexuality.

Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me Awake

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.