“But instead I pick her up by her hair, one hand around her neck, and push her into the bathroom, into the open cubicle of the shower.”
A vignette about the consequences of telling your top to make you obey.
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“But instead I pick her up by her hair, one hand around her neck, and push her into the bathroom, into the open cubicle of the shower.”
A vignette about the consequences of telling your top to make you obey.
“Here she is, kneeling, naked while her lover pisses on her face. She is that person. That person is her…”
A vignette about the joys and discomforts of piss play.
“It is an inherently absurd position. She lies on her back, her legs spread, one hand gripping either calf to pull her legs as far back as they will go.”
A brief list of observations on piledriver position.
“We are lying entangled on her sofa and I slip my hand into her underwear and freeze. Nothing there but her naked cunt, soft skin, shorn.”
A vignette about shaving and submission.
“When she masturbates she pictures cocks as thick as coke cans rammed home between her legs. Outsize dragon dick dildos…”
A vignette about wanting more girth than you can realistically handle.
“In the year since we started fucking how many times have I come inside your body? How many in your cunt?”
A vignette about a year of fluid-bonded fucking.
“The next time she sees me, though, she arrives at my door not wearing panties. She shows me this as soon as she’s inside my flat…”
A vignette about nudity, with or without clothes.
“Afterwards her face is streaked with eyeliner and tears and come. Spit veils her chin. Her hair is in disarray.”
A vignette about facefucking.
“The act calls for a dozen knives. One by one they thud into place, so close that I can feel the cold of their steel almost-but-not-quite touching my flesh.”
A short story about the feelings of a knife-thrower’s assisstant.
“He laughs. She laughs. There is a silence between them, but it’s not awkward anymore. He finds himself examining the curves of her body within her dress.”
A short story about an encounter at a New Year’s Eve party.