“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.
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“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.
“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.
“He can watch as he puts a hand around her throat. Enjoy simultaneously the smell of her hair and the look on her face and the feeling of her body held tight against his…”
A vignette about fucking in front of a mirror.
“Her cunt, however, is inert. It is quiet, unchanging. A smooth and closed-seeming entrance to her body…”
A vignette about quietly observing someone’s cunt.
“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.
“When we first met she was vague about her past experience. She minimised it. She’d done a few things here and there, she said. Nothing serious.”
A vignette about secrets, group sex, and things that happen at parties.
“When he puts her on her knees in front of him and fills her mouth with his prick, she changes…”
A vignette about engaging in foreplay.
“But today she’s a dog. Quietly playful. Eager to please. Adoring. Happy. And today she heels instead…”
A vignette about taking a walk in the woods.
“Without a record of the things we do together those things become less precise. They lose their edges…”
A vignette about keeping a play diary.