His pain/pleasure threshold tweaked as rough bark poked his soft cheek, splinters irritating his lips. Thick rope slung around the tree, biting into sweaty wrists, adding to the vulnerability he felt being naked from the waist down. None of that matched the hot shame of being exposed, cock leaking, pre-come pooling in the underwear around his ankles, mixing with the lube dripping off the strap-on being plunged into his vi...

Your hungry hole consumes the craved-for girth. Fattened folds forming over every bulging vein, glistening with each throb and pulse. Squeezed muscles grab at hard, relentlessly fucking flesh as senses flush and brows furrow. Sweat beads on soft skin as slick slams shudder through your body and into every sinew as you time your release with the gush of their hot spunk. Senses swim with colour as bodies meet, matted mounds...

This love's my ascension Lifting me above the others Bringing light to my soul Casting out my troubles Your heart's my religion At your feet lies my altar Bless me with your sweet kisses And keep me safe forever Your word is my gospel Verses sang to my heart Carry my once borne cross As part of our communion Break my bread for me Feed me your body You're my last temptation I am your one true union This love's my ascension...

Taut twines of fabric tether to your skin and form soft square pillows, pleading to be touched, to be teased, to be kissed. Toes twitch and curl with every throb of excitement and anticipation as my eyes feast on your glorious form, caught up in the netting from the waist down. Precious folds of plump flesh pulse against the mesh, pushed out as your legs are lifted into the air, every lust-swollen crest of your glistening...

Fuck. Was that the front door? Fear hits me in the heart as they push me off from on top of them and out of them at the same time, panic in their eyes and a finger to their lips. “I’m home!” The finger moves and jabs towards the wardrobe. I mouth ‘you’re not serious?!’, my hardness betraying my anger and hurt. They’re serious. “Upstairs!” they reply as I slip inside the sliding doors. Nestling between the jumpers, I smell...

As I part my lips from your soaking wet folds, I study you in an instant. Your open mouth, escaped whimpers evaporating into the air. Your breasts lifting and falling with your heavy breath, nipples taut and proud. The fine down that runs across your soft stomach, every strand capturing the morning light with each twitch of ecstasy. The beautifully thick patch of hair against my face. It’s scent fuelling my lust. The glor...

Our sweat-sheened skin slides and squeaks across the shiny surface of the blow-up bed you laid me upon. You led me by the hand through the crowd of revellers, just as I was guided through the throng of people escaping persecution. I found freedom that day. Now I find it in you. Freedom to be. To love. To lust. To be true to my feelings and, after aching for what feels like eons, to taste liberation like never before. As I...

Wave after glorious wave of heat beats down upon us, as relentless as your lustful lips being crushed against mine. Your urgent tongue matching the insistent grind of your hips on my thigh, the soaked fabric of your underwear catching between our skin and causing your cunt to tingle and twinge. You writhing in my lap would be obscene if we weren’t obscured from view. Hidden in long grass just off the coastal path, the sea...

Bare. Blushed. Buzzing from every stroke of her firm grip on my aching cock. Sat behind me, the fingertip graze against my glans casts spells up my spine and out to my curled toes, blurring my vision, furrowing my brow. Spells strengthened by the magic of having my hole stretched with a strap-on. Pronounced veins and deliberate ridges punctuated by the jiggle of the wearer’s breasts as they fuck me into oblivion. It’s lus...

The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on. The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock. The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, mul...

Run a fingertip over your parted lips, gently bringing blood to the fore, deepening their colour. Wet that finger with the tip of your tongue and snake it down your throat and between your exposed breasts. Inhale as you grab your tits and arch your back. Pinch your tightening nipples, bolts of electricity emanating from the delicious pleasure-pain, reaching out to your face, your stomach, your sex. Open your eyes and see...

Sharp ropes bite into my wrists with every involuntary squirm of my body. The stiff back of the chair that my hands are tied behind pushes at my straining biceps. Every muscle in my body is tensed. Aflame with the constant pressure of being kept on the edge of coming. The harsh glare from the single bulb in your bleak basement casts shadows in 360° with us at the centre. You’re kneeling between my outstretched legs, held...

Greedily, you gasp for air, lungs raw and on the edge of burning. That time was almost too much. Salt tears stream down your cheeks and mix with the thick spittle coating your face. A deep, warm ache ebbs in your thighs as you struggle to stay sat on your feet despite the steel hook neatly nestled in your tight arsehole insisting that you stand and relieve the pressure. You give your head a quick wobble to shake the brigh...

The bass resonates through your chest and down through your stomach, connecting with the concurrent rumble travelling up through your legs at exactly the point you didn’t want it to centre. The persistent throb of your blood synchronising with the beat of the music and all zoning in on the one spot you didn’t want to think about tonight. After weeks, no, months of not even holding hands down the street, he had called it o...

I’m usually the fuck-er, not the fuckee. Generally speaking, I set the pace of our fucking, of the strokes of my dick with my hips, egged on by your whimpers and moans, emboldened by your body reacting to mine. I like to be ‘in charge’, to have a handful of your hair as you swallow the tip of my stiff cock, guiding your rhythm and occasionally holding you in place whilst I tell how much of a good girl you’re being. To hol...