“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.
Literate Kink
Category: Vignettes
Super short (but super hot) tales that take less than five minutes to read.
“Look at me. Sir? At me. At you. Who do you belong to? To you. To me? Yes. You. Yours.”
A verbatim transcription of a discussion about ownership.
“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.
“The first thing I know is a sensation of intense arousal – an absolute, blind, urgent need which yanks me up from sleep towards the surface of consciousness like a life preserver.”
A vignette about waking up in the middle of the night, horny.
“You can’t stop looking at her body – the way that everything is a curve that ends in another curve. No angles. No straight lines.”
A short story about having sex outside in the sunshine.
“She has her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his crotch when he becomes aware that at some point in the near future he’s going to need to remove his socks.”
A short story about undressing, awkwardly.
“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.
“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.