“You can get her wet enough to fuck without ever touching her cunt. She wants you to touch her cunt, but don’t be guided by what she wants.”
A vignette about using oral sex as foreplay.
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.
“You can get her wet enough to fuck without ever touching her cunt. She wants you to touch her cunt, but don’t be guided by what she wants.”
A vignette about using oral sex as foreplay.
“He promises to buy her ice cream if she lets him fuck her arse. And, while he’s fucking her arse, she finds that she cannot stop thinking about that.”
A vignette about eating ice cream after a rough fuck.
“She has a small cunt. A neat cunt. I touch her there – that whole part of her fits under my palm, the mound of her groin small and hot.”
A vignette about fucking someone with a small cunt.
“I am, perhaps, slightly rougher with her than usual. I fuck her from behind with her flat against the bed. Nowhere for her to squirm away to.”
A vignette about fuck pain.
“She had taken off her panties already, handing them to me as we left the car…”
A vignette about fucking in a field, in secret.
“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.
“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.