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Couples Reading Together Have More Fun
We are delighted to share with you the words and photos of a feisty married couple who have been enjoying Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume V: Shorter Shorts.
Actually, they go by the screen name of “Feisty Marriedcouple” and that is not false advertising!!!
They first got into the blog and sent us some photos of them getting off to pics on the internet. But then they got the book and sent us some new photos. Not only are they incredibly sexy (individually and together), but they manage to take great shots of themselves while in the act! Such talent!!!
Their first cumtribution
I hope you enjoy what they have shared.
Sometimes, when he’s away, she enjoys the blog alone.
“Hey Lola, we did get a chance to read a couple of stories this afternoon! We enjoyed them very much! We also took some pics while reading. Well, to be honest, we took a lot of pics before reading, then ended up fucking because we were so turned on. THEN we read some stories while she used her wand.”
Sometimes when she’s away he enjoys the blog alone.
“It was actually a lot of fun! And the stories are great! Great stories, beautifully written, and not dragged out for 200 pages. It’s like having Literotica distilled down to the good stuff and having it injected straight into your veins!”
But they enjoy the blog most together!
That’s it, jack off and cum!
What a nice cock. Will she be jealous?
Good boy!
I guess he really likes Lo
Recommended way for a man to read erotica.
Recommended way for a woman to read erotica (unless she’s being eaten out by another woman)
To be clear, orgasms can be had from the book alone, but why not add other forms of stimulation?
Do you want to read with me?
Is the book making you hard or my ass and cunt?
Reading between the lines
This should be required reading in college!
Bedtime reading
Art imitates life and then life imitates art.
Don’t forget to clean up.
A few more from our good friends:
Lola Loves Dick
Lola’s version
Lo’s version of the shower pic
Ready for Reentry Daddy
Lola’s Gifts
Mysterious Witt – Very Witty & Sexy
Mysterious Witt
Match, Cinder & Spark
This week, please allow us to introduce a wonderful writer, lover, mom, sex worker, and keyboard comedian – Mysterious Witt!
We’ve been following her on Medium for a while, but recently a few things have happened that changed her and her approach. Her partner was diagnosed with a tumor in his neck and she has shed the shame of those who would judge her and revealed her face for all to see.
She has worked as a dominatrix, worked as a sex author at Hustler and Playboy, had kids, and then recently tried to get back in the biz. But mostly her experiences, past and present, make for incredible reading in the articles she posts on Medium. She also has a Twitter handle and an OnlyFans page, Instagram and a few more outlets for her creative mind and body!
Mysterious Witt
Match, Cinder & Spark
But perhaps her greatest talent is, as her name suggests, her wit! Her Twitter one-liners are so witty that she seems to be the female reincarnation of Nietzsche, bringing back the aphorism!
Here are a few examples for you to enjoy:
I have time for a little drama, but not much.
Good taste is the enemy of art.
A woman’s breasts point outward and are a source of power.
I’m leaning into a woman-led kind of sexual openness that isn’t either shame on one side, or porn on the other. There’s something in the middle but it’s hard to find. Often as women, we move between patriarchal definitions of our sexuality. We have to define our own.
It’s really hard as a recovering people pleaser to acknowledge that not everyone likes me. But whatever.
My DILF just made me pancakes for Father’s Day. Never too late to have a happy childhood, eh?
Here’s where you can find more of her:
Mysterious Witt is a writer and pro-sex educator.
Mysterious Witt
A Time to Love
Lola’s older sister, Roberta Go
“Gazing at the written world, seeing the elegant self-restraint that guards an inner decomposition, a biological decay until the last moment from the prying eyes of the world; that bilious, sensually disadvantaged ugliness that is able to kindle its smoldering fire into a pure flame and to even usurp the throne in the kingdom of beauty.”
– Death in Venice, Thomas Mann
“Really?” asked Lo as I mixed the gin in with the tonic and sliced up a sliver of lime.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s not even noon.”
“What is time in a global pandemic anyway?”
We were two weeks into lockdown. We were stranded in paradise. Far away from our everyday hustle and bustle, cold weather, friends and family, we followed the dire warnings about travel a week into our winter vacation to the beachside resort town. The sun was shining, the sea breeze gently moderating the temperature, the inviting golden sand beckoning us to walk through it barefoot. But all the amenities of this place were off-limits. One-by-one each pleasurable pastime was shut down, cordoned off, closed – first the bars and restaurants, then the beach itself, and finally the boardwalk. We were allowed to walk on the sidewalks, but that was it. There was nowhere to go anyhow. We could take our lives in our hands and go to the supermarket to get necessities (if we could find them on the bare shelves), but we didn’t want to do that and we made as infrequent visits there as possible.
News of sickness, disease, and death were filtering into every media channel. It seemed that even if we didn’t watch the news, we still couldn’t escape it – it was in the air. The stock market was tumbling down off a cliff, unemployment was spiking, and anxiety was everywhere. We couldn’t hug our neighbors for comfort, for they may be the vicious vector conveying the virus within their sincere attempt at reassurance.
Lola and I were utterly alone on the 25th floor of a resort hotel overlooking the vacant beaches and streets with nothing but the brilliant yellow, blue, and wisps of white for company. On the horizon we could make out three giant cruise ships forbidden from docking for fear of their deadly cargo. We were informed that the virus was rampant and people dropping with asphyxiation on the decks, desperately looking to the shore for some sort of assistance, in vain.
Death surrounded us. So why not have a gin-and-tonic after breakfast? I had plunged into nihilism.
Yes, I still had Lola as my companion, but there was little for me to write about regarding “my sexlife with Lola.” Her trysts, flirtations, and dogging down by the pool area were prohibited by the pandemic. Yes, she still masturbated three, four, five times a day, but I’ve written about that in such detail and with such frequency that there is hardly anything new I could bring to the topic. Our lives beat on with the same monotony as the repetitive waves upon the shore.
Until one day our desperation to escape the gloom of death and destruction was relieved. We found solace in the strangest of places. While preparing for her Friday morning fap session, Lo was doing her usual foreplay routine which includes checking her elicit email account. In it, she discovered a missive from her sister Robie, whom she hadn’t seen for a dozen years or more. Even with me, she had only mentioned her in passing as her “estranged sibling.” All I knew about her was that she was older and residing abroad. How on earth did she find Lo’s secret email account?
After getting the email, Lo called me into the bedroom and explained some of the backstory.
“She’s older and when we were kids we slept in the same bed. It became. . . interesting. . . when she grew boobs. Long story short, we got caught, she got kicked out of the house and sent to boarding school and then to Europe. We were separated for a long time.”
“Why did she suddenly write to you now?” I asked.
“I’m getting there,” said Lo, still naked under the sheets, slowly stroking between her legs as she spoke, “During COVID lockdown she needed something to help her get off. She was scouring the internet to find the really dirty stuff. She came across (and to) our blog and, because I don’t show my face, was fapping to it regularly, not knowing it was me – her sister – that was making her horny, until one day she noticed something that gave me away. She reached out and sent this photo of her with the ebook of Match, Cinder & Spark.”
Robie with our ebook
She showed me the photo. I was in a state of shock; first by the events that led to this interaction and then by the family resemblance I saw between Lo and Robie.
“She’s beautiful,” I uttered unconsciously.
Lo took offense. Always jealous.
“I mean, she looks so much like you. It’s a compliment.”
Apparently Lo, being the younger sister, always took a backseat to Robie. My comment brought back all those jealousy issues.
Since that first email exchange as adults, the two have reconnected on a number of levels, not least of which is that they frequently get off to each other long-distance.
I suppose the ever-present, yet occasionally more pressing, specter of death can reunite as well as rend.
Robie showing that she has been using Lo to get off
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Polyglot
Markus Apegren painting
“That’s one thick slick dick!” she said.
“Lo, I’m in my pajamas and I’m not even hard,” I replied.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” she said, not picking up on my sarcasm. “Look,” she said, holding her phone to my face so I could see the surprisingly serpentine appendage which had provoked her initial comment.
“An admirer?” I half stated, half asked.
“This whole COVID quarantine thing has been crappy, but it has also produced some unexpected yet pleasant surprises. I’ve never felt so connected to my fanbase as I do now.”
a hung fan
“Not connected enough, it seems,” I added, under my breath.
“Well, it’s true that I’ve been getting off to them, but the relationship is reciprocal. I’ve heard from guys, wives, husbands, single girls, older folks who live alone, even one coed who had to move back from college to live with her parents and was so horny that hearing her parents going at it in their bedroom turned her on.”
“Luckily she had you to turn to,” I said.
I don’t think she heard me. She was indulging her natural need for self-copulation under the sheets.
“And don’t forget your sister,” I added.
She came.
“Is that the whole shebang?” I asked, wondering if she had any desire left for me. You know, her ole man lying there next to her, in the flesh, ready, willing and able to gratify her every lustful whim.
“That’s the hole shebangs,” she quipped, slapping her puss. I could hear how very wet she was.
“The hole who bangs?”
“Anyone and everyone.”
“How about this one?!” I asked, thumb pointing to my chest.
“You want me, Daddy?”
“How did you guess?”
“Then have me,” she said, holding her phone in one hand, spreading her legs as she lay missionary position on the bed, allowing me to enter her.
“Are you seriously texting while I fuck you?” I asked when she raised her other hand to the phone and was going at it with her thumbs.
“Does it bother you?”
“I’d like maybe ten percent of your attention.”
“You have one hundred percent of my pussy. Go to town.”
I didn’t stop going to Lola Down town, but I was frustrated.
“Who the hell are you writing to?”
“I have a following to satisfy, you know.”
“When you look behind you to see your following, I’m the first in line!”
She didn’t respond. She was engrossed in her text exchange.
“Are you at least sexting? – telling someone about how amazing I am in bed?”
“Yeah,” she said, unconvincingly.
“Tell the truth, Lo.”
“Well, I was actually telling a couple how sexy they are when they mutually get off to my pics.”
In my head I heard the lyrics, “Cause if you like the way you look that much, oh, baby, you should go love yourself.” But loving herself (or fucking herself) was exactly what she had been doing next to me for the past hour or so. I wanted her to respond to me.
“How about you tell me something?” I requested, not politely.
Again, she didn’t hear me. She was texting.
I pulled out.
“What are you doing?” she asked, as if I had just splashed ice water on her.
“I’m stopping.”
“Why?”
“Cause you’re not into it.”
“I was into it. I was into you being in me.”
“I’m a whole person, not just a penis.”
“And I’m a hole for your penis. Put it in me.”
“Put down the phone.”
I was on my knees, looking down at her as her legs were spread with her knees on each side of me. She could see my cock dripping with her juices.
“Please, Daddy,” she whined. “Please fuck me.”
“Not until you put down the phone.”
“But it enhances the experience for me. Come on,” she said, reaching down between my legs and fondling my testicles, feeling how soaked they were. “You know you want it. I can feel how full you are. Just use me. Fill me up. Fuck me. Get your rocks off. Cum inside me.”
I couldn’t resist her voice, though I knew I should. I entered her again.
“That’s it, Daddy. Use your little girl. Drill that dirty whore.” She was saying the words as if reading a script. Her eyes were glued to her phone screen. She was typing again with her thumbs. “Yeah, Daddy. That’s it. Feels good, right?”
Speaking words to me, typing different words to some virtual lover. She was a polyglot.
I finally let myself go. I didn’t care anymore. I released my full load deep inside her. She held me for one second with one hand, pressing it to my back, and then was back at it – typing away.
I pulled out with a sploosh and she rolled onto her tum, her legs dangling in the air, her feet touching at the toes, her pussy dribbling my ejaculate out slowly.
She pulled her right hand away from the phone just long enough to rub it between her legs and then lick some of the cum off her fingers.
“I love you, Lo,” I said as I rolled over to go to sleep.
“You too, Daddio.”
Lola pumps
Penny’s from Heaven
Penny & Lola
“Penny for your thoughts,” I said to Lo.
“Actually, Penny is all for your thoughts.”
“What?”
“Penny xox – an OnlyFans content creator. She’s loving Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume V: Shorter Shorts.”
“How do you know?”
“Take a look for yourself.”
Lo showed me some of Penny’s sexy “May is Masturbation Month” promotional photos.
“Wow!” I said, “Photogenic.”
“You don’t mind if I have a little Masturbation Month time before May, do you Daddy?” asked Lo as she reached under her jeans and began sliding her fingers up and down her crotch.
Penny xox
“I’ll leave you and Penny to enjoy each other.”
“Good, because I already got my subscription to her page.”
“Of course you did,” I said.
“We sex goddesses have to support each other.”
“Indeed,” I said as I went to leave the bedroom and close the door behind me.
“You can leave it open,” she said, just to rub it in, so to speak. She likes for me to hear the pleasure she gives herself when getting off to other people.
Ten minutes later, she sauntered into the living room, pantless, wearing just her t-shirt.
“Feeling better?”
“I’m ready for you now, Daddio.”
She bent over by the window, looking outside as the Sunday strollers sauntered by on the sunlit sidewalk.
Her hands were resting on the windowsill and she looked over her shoulder at me. “Well? Are you going to fuck me?”
“Do you want me or do you just want to be fucked?”
“Is there a difference?”
“That’s cruel.”
“I mean, I want to be fucked by you.”
“Me specifically, or would anyone do?”
“Are we playing Twenty Questions, or are you going to penetrate my wet pussy?”
“For you, fucking is a physical act. For me, I take pleasure in the cerebral interplay of personalities.”
“Well, you’re not going to get any play – cerebral or corporeal – if you keep talking.”
“And you’re going to get nothing but corporal punishment,” I said, as I took out my belt.
“I don’t know why you’re punishing me, but I like it,” she said, preparing for her lashing.
SMACK! – I gave her one strike across her bum. She didn’t cry out.
SMACK!! – I gave her another. She made a little peep in the back of her throat with her mouth closed. Her head bobbed up a bit as she vocalized the yipe.
SMACK!!! – I gave her a third, much harder than the first two.
“YEOW!” she cried out through the screen of the window. People on the street certainly heard her. Admirably, her hands remained on the sill.
I stood behind her. I entered her red bum. She let out a gasp of delight.
“Penny will be pleased,” she said.
Penny and Match, Cinder & Spark
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“She’s married, has two teenage sons, and her greatest thrill is turning people on.”
“Just to be clear,” I said, “you turn me on.”
“Oh, I know that. But she turned me on. You’re just reaping the rewards.”
“Looks like we both are reaping a pretty good return on just one penny,” I said as she began to squirt, her legs buckling as she bit down on her lower lip.
She had to jump off my cock and she squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, futilely trying to stem the stream of satisfaction. Within moments she screamed as her ejaculate puddled around her bare feet on the hardwood floor.
“Looks like it’s raining,” I said.
“Penny’s from heaven,” she concluded.
Check out Penny’s OnlyFans page
Looks like Penny could use a spanking too
May is Masturbation Month – Mrs. Tastykakes
Mrs. Tastykakes
She’s married. She’s a mom. She’s bi. She’s sexy. She’s a MILF and a hotwife. And she has an OnlyFans page that allows her to share all her kinky allure with the world.
Her name is Tastykakes and she recently reached out to us to be part of the “May is Masturbation Month” promotion.
She got her copy of Match, Cinder & Spark – Volume V: Shorter Shorts.
Mrs. Tastykakes
As she tells the story:
My hubby and I were at home the night it arrived. I had torn into the packaging eagerly and pulled out the book. I began reading on the bed and he was behind me, fucking me, trying to read over my shoulder, but really he could only see the sexy photos. I was reading the story, ‘Spring Showers,’ about how Lo went for a walk in April and suddenly had to stop in her tracks due to ‘accidental squirting.’ It gave me an idea. It was April. It was warm out. I was feeling slutty and sexy like Lo. ‘Let’s go for a walk,’ I suggested to him, mid-coitus.
‘Can I cum first?’ he asked, or rather, pleaded.
‘Only if you cum in me,’ I said.
He thrust two or three more times before cumming deep in my cunt.
I threw on a sheer, oversized top and nothing else. We walked out into the sultry evening air and I could feel his cum oozing down my inner thigh.
Instead of sexy photos with the book taken inside, we found a few places for a little exhibitionist show. The entire time, my leg was wet and sticky as his load kept coming, mixed with my juices as I was so excited to be taking a dangerous photo shoot in the courtyard of our building. I wonder if our neighbors saw. I sure hope so.
Mrs. Tastykakes
Mrs. Tastykakes
Mrs. Tastykakes
Mrs. Tastykakes
See more of Mrs. Tastykakes here:
https://www.flowcode.com/page/mrstastykakes
Mrs. Tastykakes and Lover