“It’s an odd pantomime. It’s not bedtime. It’s not even dark out. Birds are singing. Busses are still going past on the road outside.”
A vignette about the beginning of a consensual nonconsent scene.
Literate Kink
“It’s an odd pantomime. It’s not bedtime. It’s not even dark out. Birds are singing. Busses are still going past on the road outside.”
A vignette about the beginning of a consensual nonconsent scene.
A love letter to the deeply sexy Netflix series Black Mirror.
“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
“Once, after a one-night stand, I asked if she would masturbate for me…”
A vignette about watching a stranger masturbate.
“And so I plunge my cock back into her mouth, and she pulls me in again, and I drive down into her throat…”
A vignette about rough sex and service submission…
“I am always excited by her. But this time, tired and displaced as I am, it feels like a kind of overwhelming cute aggression…”
A vignette about a particularly intense fuck.
“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.
“You can get her wet enough to fuck without ever touching her cunt. She wants you to touch her cunt, but don’t be guided by what she wants.”
A vignette about using oral sex as foreplay.
“You are pinned against the wall, arms restrained above you, drooling freely…”
A vignette about wet and messy oral play.
“She has a small cunt. A neat cunt. I touch her there – that whole part of her fits under my palm, the mound of her groin small and hot.”
A vignette about fucking someone with a small cunt.
