“I looked down at her once more. I should, I thought, say something. Warn her. But I couldn’t seem to find the words. And then I was coming.”
A short story about receiving a blowjob in a parked car.
Literate Kink
“I looked down at her once more. I should, I thought, say something. Warn her. But I couldn’t seem to find the words. And then I was coming.”
A short story about receiving a blowjob in a parked car.
“She will correct herself whenever she flags, if she can. She will exhale through her nose – sharp, staccato breaths.”
A schema for creative cruelty.
“She fumbled with my belt. I undid it as she pulled down her shorts. Urgent now. She bent forwards and I found that part of her with the tip of my cock.”
A vignette about fucking in a very public place.
“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.
“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.
“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.