Continuing the Sunday saga, this follows from the spanking. I was on my knees being owned by my man. Here I take control of the situation, but ultimately, I’m still a sub, always will be. Some delicious, sensory blowjob action. Nothing quite like having a cock buried in your throat, gets me hot just thinking about it!
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WARNING: In this one, I get thoroughly and consensually spanked. And it was very lovely. Continuing the Sunday Horn series, this is what happened after Clean Up Your Mess. I’m about to be worshipped by my man and our buddy in the way I love most. I think most of my spanking blogs are linked in this post!
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The next instalment of the “Sunday Horn” telling of our long day of teasing. We get dinner ready in this one, well that’s not strictly true, it’s sort of going on in the background of our tease-fest.
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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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