Here’s the third in the Sunday Horn series. This one tells of what happened during that long, long day, before we got down to business again. It’s by far my favourite of the write-ups I did of this day. It should give you a fair approximation of how I feel most of the day on Sundays in general!
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This is the next thing that happened on that gorgeous Sunday. My man went to make coffee, leaving us alone in bed for a moment.
The deal between us all, was a whole day of teasing without release, until very late in the day. What happened here set me up for the rest of the day. I was sizzling with desire, struggling badly in fact!
Mmmh.
Actually quietly proud of the drawing this time too!
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It’s Sunday and you know what that means, right? A LONG day of extreme teasing and much horn, until we are ready to explode with our sexy desire for each other. Only this time our buddy was with us. We both agree, the day was one of our best Sunday build ups and here’s how it began.
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When we saw each other this weekend, my man, our friend and I were reminiscing about our first threesome together. This is a retelling of that very special encounter, pieced together from our individual memories and perspectives. It was so tender. It’s funny how you get so used to being with certain people, that they become a horny familiarity. I hope the delight in our discovering of each other comes through. I don’t know if I did it justice!
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My man went away for a few days recently and it reminded me of the blog I wrote last year when he was away; the one about the Mr. Darcys. It was a good reflection of my state of mind then, I felt so lost without him. I handled it better this time and this blog tells of what happened between us the night he got home.
The picture that goes with this is a quick sketch of Darcy’s shirt. I’m not much of an artist, but I think I’ll make more of an effort to illustrate my own stuff.
Warning, there is a fantasy tucked into this blog, in which I get punished by being covered in cum, again.
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Slave-market smut, I’ve read so much of it and I always love it. I suppose it has something to do with my penchant for humiliation, that combined with inspection. Mmh.
This is my attempt at a slave-market fantasy. When I imagined writing it, the roles were reversed, but there is something super-hot about the idea of personally inspecting slave-men … uuff.
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