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‘Cream turns me on.

Luscious, smooth, thick, thick cream. Dollops of it. Bowlfuls of it, oozing, running, flowing. A lusty indulgence, a sinful luxury in a non-fat, low-carb, asparatame-flavored world, a plethora of tasty sensuality poured out and consumed hungrily.

Even the word cream is lustrous. It lives quietly in the mouth, a breathy utterance that ends in a smile. It evokes the texture and taste and the gentle, velvety richness.

You know how much I love cream, how I want to be creamed up, over and on. You indulge me in this. You love it too.’

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‘Your lips brush against mine and linger as though I taste of honey. Your hand runs along my thigh before gripping my buttock firmly, your fingers digging in and embracing my flesh with glee. Your mouth makes no distinction between my breasts; you’re happy to lick and tease both my nipples equally, blowing on them and laughing as they become erect.’

This is an exceprt from “When You Are My Mirror”, erotic fiction exclusive to For The Girls.

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Vulva. Labia. Vagina. Clitoris. Cervix. Cunnilingus.

Did you ever think that women missed out when it came to naming sexual organs? Oh, sure, men have to deal with the scrotum, but on the whole, I can’t help but believe that the words describing women’s pudenda (ugh) are overwhelmingly unsexy and downright ugly.

Now, upon analysis, it could just be that all little girls are brought up to believe that one’s “wee wee” is a dirty, smelly, evil place, and numerous sniggers from teenage boys reinforce the idea that it’s basically unattractive. This leads to the conclusion that all names and acts are guilty by association. But come on, did they really have to use so many V’s and C’s?

What’s in a Name? A humourous look at why our rude bits have such awful names. Exclusive toFor The Girls.

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Been too busy for sex lately? Couldn’t be bothered? Sick of the same old thing?

You’re not alone. Researchers from the Kinsey institute recently found that women are having less sex today than they did in the 1940s. Their statistics showed that 42% of women who cohabit with male partners only manage to have sex two or three times a week. The drop in frequency has been blamed on an increasingly busy modern lifestyle and a lack of spare time.

If you feel that it’s time to “sex up” your sex life, For The Girls has some top tips for making sex a priority and putting the passion back into your sex life.

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‘At a second-hand book sale I came across an absolute gem called Everything a Teenage Girl Should Know by Dr John F. Knight. It was published in Australia in 1972 - not that long ago in the scheme of things, but it reveals an enormous change in attitudes. The book addresses all manner of questions and issues to do with sex, marriage, menstruation, contraception and even homosexuality.

In this book, marriage is the final destination for young girls, but on the way they must remain absolutely chaste and fight off all those naughty boys who just want to get into their pants. Heavy petting, for example, “is the most dangerous form of petting around.” As opposed to the safe kind one gets at the petting zoo.’

Karen takes a toungue in cheek look through a 70’s sex manual at For The Girls ezine for women

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It has come to my attention that a great and prodigious debate has been raging across this planet, one with enormous philosophical consequences for the future of mankind.

No, I’m not talking about stem cells. I’m talking about boxers versus briefs.

Men and women the world over - well, at least in those parts of the world where people wear underpants - argue over what’s best. Are loose, cartoon-printed shorts better than tighty whities? Is the wedding tackle better off in a loose fishing basket or a small drawstring bag?

Find out at For The Girls. Intelligent erotica for women

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…This is not how I had envisioned our harmonious renovating time as a couple. Simon shocked me by smacking me on the flank with a spackle paddle to shut me up.

“How dare you!” I said it like I was mortified but inside my body had responded to the snap of pain.

Simon read me like a book. Decades as a couple will do that. He smacked me again, but this time on the swell of my ass, The bite of pain shot through my faded thin cutoffs like they were nothing at all.

“Don’t’ be such a bitch, Marie,” he hissed and I had to shut my eyes at the swift swell of arousal I felt.

“Simon—”

“Shut up, Marie.” He hit me again, five short smacks with the metal tool and my hips arched back and I hung my head. “You have to calm the fuck down,” my husband said.

The debris all over the kitchen floor crackled and popped under his knees as he knelt behind me. He peeled his gym shorts down, rubbing the head of his cock over my shorts, my thighs. I could feel how hard he was and my pussy was so wet I thought I might cry…

This is an excerpt from ‘Renovation’, a hot reader’s tale at For The Girls. Hot porn for women

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Flower’s arm and leg muscles screamed with the burn of being stretched and secured. She lay on her back over the padded bench they used for sessions like this. Her slim arms were secured in a position over her head. Each long leg was spread and cuffed to the legs of the bench. There she lay naked and immobile.

Perspiration beaded on her forehead as she looked at the man standing over her. Sir Henry gazed down at his bound slave in delight. He adored her and the way she pleased him. Tonight, he would give her a treat. He would allow her to soar with orgasm.

Take a journey into the darker side of desire at For The Girls. edgy erotic fiction… for women.

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I don’t think I’ve ever told you exactly how I feel when you make love to me.

Kissing you sends shivers down my spine. Your lips pressing mine, our tongues lightly touching at first, teasing. As the passion increases, they dance, intertwined, playing with each other. It makes me dizzy with desire for you.

I love the feel of your arms around me. Of your hands caressing my back, my arms, and my face. And I love to touch you, to feel your strong muscles under your smooth skin. I love running my hands along your chest, playing with your hair and making your nipples hard. When that happens, I can’t resist kissing and sucking on them. It pleases me so when I feel you shiver from it. I love to follow the trail of hair on your stomach with my mouth, knowing it will lead me to a place of great pleasure.

Read the rest of ‘A Letter To My Love’ at For The Girls. Sizzling Erotica for Women.

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Kung Fu star David Carradine recently made headlines after being found dead in a Thai hotel room. Initial reports said it was a case of suicide but details soon emerged that suggested the film star had accidentally died while performing an act of autoerotic asphyxiation.

Known in BDSM circles as “breath play”, erotic asphyxiation involves cutting off a person’s airflow at timed intervals during sex. This can be done via a number of methods including strangulation, hanging or placing a wet cloth or plastic bag over the person’s mouth and nose. The idea is that the sensation of hypoxia (lack of oxygen to the brain) combined with sexual stimulation can heighten orgasm. Autoerotic asphyxiation is the same practice but performed alone during masturbation.

Read about the various ways that sex can kill at For The Girls.

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