For weeks (months!) I’ve pawned this task off on others. First it was John Brownstone (who’s choosing the top posts for next week), and then it was my amazing friends in the sex blogging community. But the time has arrived. It’s my turn to choose my top three favorite posts for Masturbation Monday. As always, the writers who participated didn’t make this easy, and that’s what I love about them.
Sleeper Train Slut by Jadis Liddell
Jadis Liddell has an absolutely filthy, smutty mind, and that’s only one reason to adore her. That she was “Dommed” into finishing this post makes it even better. I’m much kinkier in my fantasies than in actuality, and this service slut had me wanting to apply for the job forthwith!
Most of the bunks on the sleeper train, even those in the first-class cabins, are too narrow to obtain a good night’s sleep on. There are clean sheets and plump pillows, but the bunks are hard and really too narrow for comfort. Mine is much bigger, but that’s not for my comfort, and I never get a good night’s sleep. Keep reading.
The Capricious Cuck by Scandarella
When I click on a story by Scandarella, I know it’s going to be good, and I know it’s going to have a twist ending. Sometimes I’m tempted to skip to the bottom so I can find out what it is. But that would ruin the surprise. As always, I never expect the twist, and this was no exception.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel right now. I mean, I’m the one who wanted this. I organised it. Orchestrated it. Carefully arranged every last detail from the level of lighting above us right down to the colour of the sheets on the now dishevelled bed. I chose where to put the chair I’m sitting in, where to place the condoms and lube. Everything in the room is exactly as I envisioned it would be. Keep reading.
Are You Fingering Me? by Victoria Blisse
Victoria Blisse is one of the kinkiest erotic authors I know, and she often writes about her own experiences. Typically, I can tell when something is fiction or nonfiction, but this time, I had no idea. Not only could I imagine myself in the character’s shoes, I thought it was something Victoria experienced herself. I love it when BDSM fiction is written realistically and erotically.
He didn’t let on until he had me naked and cuffed, hands above my head, ankles spread wide and held there. I was expecting many things but not for him to lie next to me, paying no heed to rumpling his suit. He rested his head on my shoulder and his hand across my waist. Keep reading.
A big thank you to Elliott Henry for inspiring the smut this week, and another thank you to all the writers who participate. I can never fully express how happy it makes me see to be a part of all this smut-sharing we do. XOXO!