Buggery by Baguette

A poem for Plumptious Pea, because she inspired me so!

He opens up

to accept the length of loaf -

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Providing a Service

It’s all in the attitude. When I’m with Hylas and I’m wearing my cock and I want his mouth or his arse, it’s very definitely about him doing what pleases me (although it sure as hell gets both of us off).

But when I’m with m’Lady and I put on my harness? Then it’s for me to provide service. And in this case, it was to service hir arse – and it pleased me very much to be able to pleasure hir in such a way.

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Ask Aunty Dee: Anal Play and Buttplugs

A good friend of mine is getting curious about anal play. He and his partner have experimented a little bit with fingers up his bum (which worked out really well), but now she’s a little unsure about continuing – while he’s definitely wanting to experiment more with those good sensations! So, knowing that I’m a bit of a butt-slut, he came to me for some advice about what toys to try, and how to do so safely.

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Sodom: Remembrance

Everyone comes to Sodom for something different. What are you looking for?

Nadica doesn’t talk. Nadica doesn’t play. Nadica takes her photographs, and takes them exceedingly well. And that’s all any guest ever sees her do.

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Purple Pegging

One of the fantastic things about wearing a Share dildo is that when you’re having your cock sucked, you can feel it All. The. Way. Down. Having Hylas’ lips wrapped around my shaft made my clit pulse, my cunt clench, and my g-spot wake up and say hello. He’s enthusiastic and slurpy and extremely good – and I get off on it both physically and mentally. What a good Pet!

(Click-throughs on everything.)

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Sodom: What’s in a Name?

Would Sodom have the same air of mystery if it was called ‘The Club of Arse’? ‘Stick ‘em Up’? ‘The Booty Bumper’? What something is named can make a difference – something that the Doyenne, and some of the staff, know very well indeed.

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Sodom: Midnight

Midnight is the witching hour – and at Sodom it’s no different. There’s something about the movement from one day to the next. Endings and beginnings. Whether you’re aware of the changeover or not, it still leaves its mark.

As the clock turned midnight, Caroline was wide open and welcoming a strangers cock into her arse. Tied to the stocks, blindfolded, well-lubricated, and profoundly aroused, she didn’t care who it was fucking her, as long as she was fucked. Her cheeks burned from slapping, her tits from mauling, and her ankles from the pull of the rope, but she didn’t care. Sir had arranged this. Sir was watching her be used, at his pleasure.

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Sodom: Well Stocked

What do you want? At Sodom everyone knows what you want – or what you think you want – it’s why you’re all there. Still, you don’t always get it. Chances are pretty high, instead, that you’ll get what you need.

The evening wasn’t going quite as Linus had planned. True, Caroline had looked good enough to fuck, all wide-eyed in her cage; and sliding that heavy metal plug into her arse beforehand had made his cock hard and wanting. But knowing that the person who’d stopped by the cage to talk to her was the owner of Sodom – the Doyenne - someone he’d never seen in all his visits, was somewhat disconcerting. Why now? Why her? Was it a good sign?

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Sodom: Soaking it up

Sodom is a playground. And so guests are encouraged to play! Try the equipment, have new experiences, make friends, stretch your wings and fly. It’s a safe place to be perverse – and why not? What happens in Sodom stays in Sodom. And if you like it, you can always do it again the next week …

Steam fills the air. Water trickles across the tiles and splashes across the steps. The green plants in the corners soak up the jungle heat. She soaks it up as well. Hot water. Hot partners. Hot hands. Hot tongues.

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Sodom: Impulse moves

The Doyenne had reasons for everything. Even impulsive moves had reasons behind the impulse, and they were considered before that impulse was acted upon. Greeting Caroline had been one such impulse – and going to shake up Arthur would be another.

It was that kind of night.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.