A Calling Card
You trail a single finger down the inside of my thigh. My skin tingles in the wake of your touch and my legs open instinctively, a invitation for more that…
You trail a single finger down the inside of my thigh. My skin tingles in the wake of your touch and my legs open instinctively, a invitation for more that…
It is always interesting to me when these topics of Kink of the Week come round again. I like going back to see what I wrote first time rounding and…
“The hand is the tool of tools.”~ Aristotle I have no idea when I first started eroticising hands. There is no key moment or event that triggered the connection that…
“Show me” I grinned back at him “Come on slut, spread your legs and show me. I want to watch you touch yourself” I slide my bottoms off, bunched up…
The Kink of the Week topic at the moment is Panties/Knickers. It is a subject I have written about a great deal such as this post about how I like…
“This morning he woke me up by drawing my hand down under the covers and guiding it onto his already hard cock. With my eyes still firmly shut and sleep…
She is bent over the sofa. Naked from the waist down, he is standing behind her, his jeans round his thighs, his hard cock in his hand. “What do you…
The first time he put a collar on me was April 5th 2010 in a hotel room in Philly. It was out first time together in person. We had meet…
There are many wonderful things about life with Michael but one of the ones that brings joy and happiness to world almost every day is his tendency to be silly…
“Would you like to just be the one in control sometimes?” “Doesn’t it get boring always doing what he tells you to do?” “How do you stay in character all…
This is basically an dirty ghost story but just so you know the sex involved is straying into areas of dubious consent. Peter nosed the car around another bend in…
“I bet you I can hypnotize one of you” The men had gradually gravitated to her as the evening had worn on. She was chatty and pretty, they slowly fluttered…
“Open your mouth, wider, come on my little slut, show me the best you can do.” One of his hands is wrapped in my hair the other is round the…
It is not a long alleyway but long enough for us. It runs from a main road through some houses down into a very quiet cul-de-sac. Most of the way…
I have very fond childhood memories of the seaside. They were days of crisp sandwiches and drinking orange juice out of those little glass mixer bottles through a straw in…