A personal essay on the experience of being both neurodivergent and kinky.
Literate Kink
Month: May 2022
“She seems almost a different woman from the one he fucked last night. Back then she was animal: hair loose, eyes burning.”
A short story about the morning after.
“She had yelped at the sudden absence of him in her cunt. And then again when he tightened his grip on her left leg and struck her, hard, on her inner thigh with his other open palm.”
A short story about beautiful bruises.