Kink Of The Week

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 …