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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...

A problem with your partner? Tell them!

I hear so often of couples or people within other relationships complaining about their partner on Twitter or Facebook these days. The phrase may take the route of, 'he doesn't understand me any more' or 'she never listens' or something along those lines. I find it a real shame that these outbursts, so honest and fixing squarely on the root of the problem, or at least on the centre of the person's feelings about the problem, are directed to their social media, rather than to their partner.

Fed up with pregnancy?

It's getting close to eviction time for the bean - who is actually now more of an alien/octopus cross breed, going by the furious...

Love is surrender

I don't carry my own heart any more; you stole it. Actually, that's a lie. I thrust it upon you, regardless of whether you wanted...

Does this sound like rape to you

This post inspired by a recent comment on one of my erotic writing posts, where I described sex with my man, whilst I am...

Feel… in this moment

Feel... the wetness. Feel... the crushing of his lips against mine, his desperation after a whole day and evening, entertaining, playing host and hostess. The...

Moments of Arousal

Oh how I yearn to be able to describe that perfect moment, when your breath catches in your throat from such intense arousal it...

Bathroom Sex

He is fucking me passionately, no words between us, not this time. Knowing certain things remain forbidden he exits swiftly and quickly wipes a sucked finger over my ass, that which he likes to do dirty things to, making me an anal whore for him, needing more, feeling like I can cum just from him thrusting into me there, that sacred place.

Tears Before Bedtime

He slips into my shamefully wet pussy with ease, instinctively knowing where to find me, and experience telling both of us how best to move. I clench around him and luxuriate in his moans of blissful satisfaction at filling me once more.

Having him in my mouth

There’s that closeness from having him in my mouth. First of course, the shuffling down, wherever we are, either on chair as I snuggle up in his lap, or shuffle down to my knees to be between his legs... or in bed as I curl up first in the nook of his arm, my leg across his body and then I can’t help but wriggle down beneath the covers to seek him out.

Good little girl for you

It can start so innocently, a cuddle, a kiss, neck strokes, my arm snaked round you then the sexual tension crackles and you feel that I’m your good little girl to do with as you will, pushing my head down, making me put my lips to your interested cock. The breath catching in your throat as I tease that I don’t want it, my head pulling away and pushing backwards on your hand, which in turn changes from gently guiding me down, to wrapping your fist in a fluid twist motion that you’ve used on me countless times before, around my hair, to force my mouth not only around your cock but impale me on it, the angry head striking the back of my throat with a brute unyielding force.

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.

Chocolate Orange Sex With Chocolate – Sexy Story

I've been fondly remembering that time we had Chocolate Orange sex. He does seem to like perverting flavoured chocolate. Perhaps it is more the fact his chocolate preferences come in such handy segment shapes to make sex with chocolate comfortable as well as fun.

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?

When he touches me

We are together constantly but it seems only a few, brief snapshot moments where we share that intimacy. When we touch again, he catches my attention with his skin on mine once more; when he touches me, fingers through my hair, hand on my shoulder or round my throat, pulling me by my hips to sit on his lap or his fingers entwining with mine to give me a reassuring squeeze of his love.