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Come Together

A sizzling story of sci-fi sextech with unexpected settings

It’s been three days since I ordered the gadget and this morning the maildrone dropped it on my doorstep. I’m supposed to be working but I reckon I can legitimately take a quick break to have a peek at the device the Internet has gone crazy for.

“The BeTogether brings revolutionary thought-connection technology to life!” cooed the adverts “Be closer than you’ve ever dreamed!”

KotW: Slave Training

This is a kinky fantasy of mine – I’m not a 24/7 lifestyle sub and I’d hate to be under someone else’s control all of the time, so being a slave isn’t something I’d want to do for real. But pretend, part-time sexual slavery….oh yes….oh yes please…..

Tonight is the night. We’ve negotiated the scene carefully, establishing hard and soft limits, safewords and safecues. He’s curious and slightly nervous at the idea of power I’m putting into his hands. I’m hyper-aroused by the prospect, wondering how he will choose to exercise it.

He greets me at the front door with our usual kisses – both tender and hungry, wordlessly telling each other of our sheer joy in being reunited.

Window-shopping

Silhouette of woman against a townhouse window

I’m pretty sure I actually saw this on the way home today. Even if my eyes deceived me at the time, it makes for a pretty damn hot fantasy. How lucky it just happens to be #MasturbationMonday!

So picture this. You’re on the bus on the way home from the station. It’s been a long and demanding day, so all you want to do is silence the whirling work-thoughts buzzing around your brain. You’ve been idly contemplating your favourite sexual fantasies on the journey so far, picking out which to play on your mind’s projector that evening when you settle naked onto your bed. You’re gazing out of the window, not really registering what you’re seeing as you picture scenes of dominance, restraints, floggings and hard fucking.

Then it happens. The bus jolts over a speed bump and you look up momentarily, to meet her eyes.

Race to the bottom

He’s been asleep all afternoon. I can’t begrudge him his rest; he works ridiculously hard and despite being half-dead with exhaustion last night, he still found the energy to push me face-down onto the bed and fuck my arse until I screamed with delight.
But I’ve been reading smut on the internet for the past hour, and I’m so horny. I shift under the duvet, pressing my thighs together and squirming with unrelieved lust.
He snores gently and I haven’t the heart to wake him.

My cunt however, has no conscience. I know that if I start without him, he’ll be pulled from sleep as I writhe and moan by his side. So I slide my hand below the covers, part my legs and stroke my already slick lips apart.

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