“We only fucked once during a burn. It was at the end of March, winter only just having given way to spring. The cold was almost numbing in its intensity.”
A short story about fucking, and fire.
Literate Kink
Category: Dirty Stories
Well-crafted, smart, nuanced dirty stories which feature at least some element of kink. Browse our entire catalogue below, or select what you’re in the mood for below.
“The motel is dirtier than last time, the handcuffs smaller. Their steel bites into her wrists as he fucks her ass in the bathroom…”
A vignette about celebrating a special occasion.
“He reaches for the chair leg and in a simple motion — done without looking at what he does — he looses the leash…”
A short story featuring pet play.
“The first thing I know is a sensation of intense arousal – an absolute, blind, urgent need which yanks me up from sleep towards the surface of consciousness like a life preserver.”
A vignette about waking up in the middle of the night, horny.
“Cal felt a hard kick in the pit of his stomach as the towel hit the floor. She was naked underneath. Completely naked.”
A novel excerpt about forbidden attraction.
“I removed my clothes item by item until I was naked and unadorned. I bent over with my hands on the bed. You told me exactly what you needed of me.”
A short story about a couple engaging in domestic discipline.
“Her weight is on top of me. As she guides my dick into her and settles down on her haunches. I can feel the weight of her. When I’m on top I don’t feel that weight.”
A vignette about cowgirl fucking.
“Livvy had been at Foxheath for almost a month before she saw someone being caned for the first time. It wasn’t that canings were rare at Foxheath – quite the contrary, in fact.”
A book extract about a caning at a fantasy university.
“When it starts to rain – one, two, three light droplets on the backs of our necks – we lie down flat, limbs splayed, facing the sky.”
Two vignettes about getting wet and swallowing liquids.
“I send her a message an hour before I arrive telling her that I want her to fight. When I get to her house she lets me in as normal. We go upstairs. She is breathing heavily.”
A vignette about a playfight.