“Those stockings should always be worn with stripes.” I wasn’t planning on wearing them today just taking some pictures in them and anyway I think stripes on stripes might be …
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Masturbation Monday
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Monday morning…. “I really should get up and go for a run. It’s sunny again.” I look back over my shoulder at him “Maybe I should have an orgasm before …
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Continued from Smut Relay Part 4 – Reasons by Hyacinth Jones *** Eleanor sat at the nose of the boat. The sound of the sails fluttering in the warm breeze …
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He starts off with a few gentle swipes; the leather tails of the duster flogger deliver such a delicious thud that I am instantly pushing my bottom up asking for …
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It is possibly to write too many pieces about sucking cock? It is a subject that extensively covered here in my blog both in fiction posts and in posts about …
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The cuffs round her wrists and ankles held her firmly in place spread-eagled on the bed beneath him. He contemplated her bare smooth flesh for a moment pondering where to …
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As it is the 200th Masturbation Monday I thought I would write a piece celebrating all the wanks I have ever had… I have done it in the kitchen, dinning …
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The last time I remember it being hot like this, day after day was the summer of Billy and I. During the day we would hang out with all the …
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When he beats me it makes me want to suck his cock. Last Sunday we went out to Fem Sub Club. It was a lovely afternoon spent with friends that …
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I love his cock Actually that might be an understatement. The other evening when we went to bed I sat on my side and chanted PeeeNis, PeeeNis, PeeNis (yes like …
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Poppy smoothed her fitted blue skirt down over her hips before she opened the door. “Ah, there you are Poppy. Come in Poppy and shut the door behind you” Poppy …
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He is holding the bircher and the acrylic cane that John Brownstone gifted him. “Lay down” he says and he taps the sofa with the end of the cane. “Face …
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My muscles ache. All the walking and squats have been paying off and I feel stronger, fitter, happier about my body. I love that dull ache that comes with sore …
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“She’s grieving, poor dear” they all say to one another when I go into town. They touch my arm and in an almost hushed tone ask me how I am …
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I masturbated this morning. Laying in our bed, the covers thrown back and the sunlight streaming in across my body. Beyond the window the gentle sounds of a sunny bank …