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He stood behind me and undid my bra slowly. His hands supported my breasts as it fell to the floor. He squeezed them both tight and whispered in my ear: “Have you completed your task?” I nodded. He slapped my… more ›

He crams himself into me, the tip of his cock teasing the entrance to my cunt. I’ve already had it in my mouth, me kneeling before him, him thrusting himself into me, gently holding my head. “It’s like a vice.… more ›

I accompanied him to the bar. “It’s all off” he said. “What? Why?” “My bag’s at the table, go sit down and I’ll explain”. I sat down with a thud. I could hardly breathe. My heart was beating out of… more ›

I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. Certainly at primary school. Too young to really know about sex. This was well before any kind of sex-ed I was to receive, by around ten years. Unlike some, my childhood was… more ›

He gave me less than 24 hours notice. Too little time to change my mind, but enough for it to race to a thousand possibilities. They were a young married couple visiting the city just for the weekend. The photos… more ›

He was polite, I knew that already. A very important asset in the bedroom -as he pointed out later. We got down to business pretty quickly, having a sexy fight kneeling on the bed snogging each other’s faces off with… more ›

“Show me how you wank” The words came out of my mouth fast. I hadn’t even really thought about it. Had I told someone to do that before? “I want to see how you do it” I added quickly. We… more ›

Round 1 After a series of missed calls, different numbers and a bit of anxiety about whether he would even show, we met for a date after he finished work. The way he hugged me when he saw me, I… more ›

Photo courtesy of Maria opens up Welcome to Elust #61 – The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky… more ›

The Red Box I wasn’t a ‘one night stand’ sort of girl. But it had been a long time. And every now and then, a girl needs to indulge herself. He was a ‘Mr Big’ if ever I met one.… more ›