Category Archives: Guest Audio
Backseat sapphic love – flash erotica
This gorgeous sapphic love audio porn is written by Jaimie of Jaimie’s Erotica. It’s read aloud here by Tabitha Rayne.
Ella’s stop was first, and mine was after that. Still, it was a thirty-minute taxi ride until we would say goodnight. We had just come from our work summer party, we were both a little tipsy, and there was an elephant in the room, or taxi to be precise.
Anal sex: the psychological aspect
This stunning audio porn about the psychological aspect of anal sex is written and read by Sundial.
I was minding my own business, being a nicely simmering passenger in the car. My man and I were underway to visit our buddy in Sweden, and I was already casting my mind into the near future, that evening to be precise, and so had beautiful undercurrents of horn floating through my relaxed passenger style existence.
The door: “We’re going to take you.”
This CNC audio porn is written and read by NymphoStimToy. Note that it contains degradation, role-played coercion, and consensual non-consent.
The three of them corner me, the boys I’d been leading on all evening. They approach one at a time, as if carefully executing a long-planned scheme. Perhaps that’s exactly what it is.
Fingertips: Show me how to touch you
This stunning audio porn about watching you touch yourself is written and read by Spen Pritchard.
Run a fingertip over your parted lips, gently bringing blood to the fore, deepening their colour. Wet that finger with the tip of your tongue and snake it down your throat and between your exposed breasts. Inhale as you grab your tits and arch your back.
The Counting House: OCD lesbian fisting erotica
This fabulous lesbian fisting erotica is written and read by Tabitha Rayne. Note: this fisting story is inspired by her experiences of OCD and poor mental health.
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… and repeat.
Shit, it was happening. The rising of the daggers. Sabine pulled her hood over her face, trying to sink further into her top, withdraw, from herself and the street. All these damn people. Noises, smells, the overwhelming creeping of humanity. It sliced through into her, all this stuff, but there was only one way to get to Marguerite—and that was through it.