Sitting up with friends late into the night, D and I can't keep our hands off each other. I reach down and touch the soft bulge in his pants with my fingertips, feeling the promise of firmness there. He strokes my flanks and my back, feather-soft.

When we can't stand it any longer we make our excuses and leave. In the bedroom we start out slowly, lying close and kissing. It's dizzying how fast the heat rises. I don't realise how wet I am until his hand finds my molten centre and two fingers press deep inside, leaving me gasping and wanting more.

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The people at Doxy Massager recently invited me to participate in a fun video challenge. The aim is to read a recipe while using a Doxy - but the only thing the camera can see is your face.

I have to admit, I'm not the biggest fan of vibrating toys, but I was happy to give it a try - and when my very own Doxy arrived and it was purple, I started to feel excited. Before shooting this I did a first take over knickers, just in case it was too intense. It was enjoyable, but I decided to re-record the whole thing and give it a go without knickers. I honestly wasn't prepared for the effect it had.

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