“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.
Literate Kink
“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.
An ongoing attempt to read every single novel in John Norman’s (rather extensive) Gorean Saga…
“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.
“She can be, when she chooses, a recalcitrant schoolgirl – brattish and sly and convinced of her cleverness…”
A vignette about the different roles that a kinky couple inhabit.
“The first time I hit her she grabs the tree in front of her. Squeaks. Wraps her arms around it and presses her face to the bark. Blood already.”
A vignette about a birching in the woods.
