A brief memoir about making a user manual for a fuckbuddy.
Literate Kink
Literate Kink
A brief memoir about making a user manual for a fuckbuddy.
“Take your clothes off. Straddle her chest. Hold your dick in your hand and masturbate it in front of her face. She may squirm.”
A schema for creative cruelty.
“She makes him swim out into the deep part of the pool before she’ll touch him. She likes to play, the mermaid does.”
A short story about making love to a mermaid.
“The goal of this session is to make her cry – something that has never happened yet. Something that she insists I will not manage.”
A vignette about pushing someone past endurance.
“Dawn’s mind wanders. Her cunt throbs with her pulse. What must she look like to the dragon? Small and pale against the expanse of rock.”
A short story about being sacrificed to a dragon.
“Compliance brings her face to within six inches of the duvet. She cannot look over her shoulder anymore without straining her neck.”
A vignette about getting into position for a lover.
“I use the cane, because it’s sharp. We both know that it can make you bleed, if I hit you for hard enough, or long enough.”
A vignette about a particularly severe caning.
“One night the woman I was fucking came to visit. She’d booked tickets with a big group of friends weeks before she ever met me – a strange coincidence.”
A short story about fucking someone in a haunted house.
“Return to the room. Place the tea out of the way on a shelf. Make the bed, which is rumpled from where you flopped onto it when you first arrived.”
A vignette about passing time while your lover’s in the corner
“She feels quite light, floaty, pleasantly empty. She walks to the bus stop through the very fine rain.”
A vignette about returning to the world after a private liaison.