“He takes off his clothes, kneels in front of her. Forehead to forehead. Not kissing, but agonisingly close to kissing…”
A vignette about fucking as a means of stress relief.
Literate Kink
“He takes off his clothes, kneels in front of her. Forehead to forehead. Not kissing, but agonisingly close to kissing…”
A vignette about fucking as a means of stress relief.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“At once there is electricity between them. Innervation. An excitatory impulse as old as consciousness.”
A vignette dedicated to a neuroscientist.
“You are kneeling on the floor, your legs spread, your arms behind your back, hands clasping wrists. You are blindfolded.”
A vignette about waiting patiently.
“You pause for only a moment. It is not permitted for a girl to lie, not even to a potential owner. But at the same time you don’t want to disappoint.”
A short story about being bought and sold.
“She has her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his crotch when he becomes aware that at some point in the near future he’s going to need to remove his socks.”
A short story about undressing, awkwardly.
“In order to speak into her ear, he must place a hand on the side of her face and push her cheek gently into the pillow…”
A vignette about ears and talking dirty.
“He’ll apologise the first time he puts a hand on your breasts. He’ll take it away. You’ll both laugh. He’ll put it back.”
A vignette about meeting again after quarantine.