“We fuck without a condom, but she asks me not to come inside her. I am inside her until the last moment before I come.”
A vignette about the many different kinds of cumshot.
Literate Kink
Lascivity is a curated collection of kink resources and dirty stories.
The author prefers anonymity. He's a natural sadist, and enjoys experimenting with almost any kink or fetish.
He is also mildly neurodivergent - a quality that, for the most part, fits well with the somewhat-formalised nature of BDSM. More about that here.
He writes dirty stories, and makes adult choose-your-own-adventure games.
He's really quite bad at small talk.
“We fuck without a condom, but she asks me not to come inside her. I am inside her until the last moment before I come.”
A vignette about the many different kinds of cumshot.
“Later you fuck, roughly and at length. You think that it might be the last time. She bites your arm and you pull her hair, driving into her…”
A short story about sex and social media.
“Because she’s on her period, and because I know she is more sensitive when she’s on her period, I want to hurt her. I look for ways to hurt her.”
A vignette about a walk and some casual sadism.
“With about a hundred miles left to cover, she hitched up her skirt to around her waist and sunk a hand between her legs.”
A vignette about a roadtrip.
“The first sample was (to my immense smugness) extremely healthy. Motile, they said. Well-directed. My sperm were competent little swimmers.”
A short story about being a sperm donor.
“She parts her lips and her lithe tongue wraps around the tips of my fingers. Takes the piece of cake from me into the warm soft interior of her mouth.”
A vignette about the joys of feeding.
“The plug, glistening with lube, goes onto the bedside table. She gets down on her knees and bends over the bed.”
A vignette about getting ready for a date.
“She doesn’t feel nervous until the stranger touches her. It’s the feel of his hands that does it. They are different from her husband’s hands.”
A vignette about fucking a stranger in a hotel room.
“The texture of come changes once it leaves my body. It’s cloudy at first, streaked with white. Thick and clinging. It will stick to skin. Coat throats. Slick fingers pleasantly.”
A vignette about the many and varied properties of come.
“We fucked in one of those sunbeams. The moss was soft, springy. Oozing wet. She took off her dress, unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down.”
A vignette about fucking in the forest.