“From the moment I start to touch her until the moment we are done she moans in a throaty, regular rhythm. Her eyes are shut, her head thrown back.”
A brief list of observations on varying female coital vocalisations.
Literate Kink
“From the moment I start to touch her until the moment we are done she moans in a throaty, regular rhythm. Her eyes are shut, her head thrown back.”
A brief list of observations on varying female coital vocalisations.
“She fumbled with my belt. I undid it as she pulled down her shorts. Urgent now. She bent forwards and I found that part of her with the tip of my cock.”
A vignette about fucking in a very public place.
“We only fucked once during a burn. It was at the end of March, winter only just having given way to spring. The cold was almost numbing in its intensity.”
A short story about fucking, and fire.
“The motel is dirtier than last time, the handcuffs smaller. Their steel bites into her wrists as he fucks her ass in the bathroom…”
A vignette about celebrating a special occasion.
“He reaches for the chair leg and in a simple motion — done without looking at what he does — he looses the leash…”
A short story featuring pet play.
“Her weight is on top of me. As she guides my dick into her and settles down on her haunches. I can feel the weight of her. When I’m on top I don’t feel that weight.”
A vignette about cowgirl fucking.
An essay on the joys inherent in sexting.
“When it starts to rain – one, two, three light droplets on the backs of our necks – we lie down flat, limbs splayed, facing the sky.”
Two vignettes about getting wet and swallowing liquids.
A personal essay on how wonderful a partner’s scent can be.