“She tells me about the guys she’s fucked so far, counting them off on her fingers. The jazz musician. The nerd. One threesome.”
A short story about a chance meeting, and blood.
Literate Kink
Tag: Masturbation Monday
“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.
“It never takes them long to make her come. The light sensation of their touch. A warmth that spreads from the point of contact, seeping through her skin. Magic.”
A short story about a magical masturbatory fantasy.
“Half a mile down the track, having seen not a single other person, he puts the collar on her. The metal one, which locks with a screw.”
A short story about a pet play training exercise.
“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.
“It makes a very satisfying sound. A heavy thud – each one followed by a snort of laughter from her.”
Five short vignettes about five different spanking implements.
“We fuck without a condom, but she asks me not to come inside her. I am inside her until the last moment before I come.”
A vignette about the many different kinds of cumshot.
“The first sample was (to my immense smugness) extremely healthy. Motile, they said. Well-directed. My sperm were competent little swimmers.”
A short story about being a sperm donor.