“We fucked in one of those sunbeams. The moss was soft, springy. Oozing wet. She took off her dress, unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down.”
A vignette about fucking in the forest.
Literate Kink
Category: Vignettes
Super short (but super hot) tales that take less than five minutes to read.
“He’ll apologise the first time he puts a hand on your breasts. He’ll take it away. You’ll both laugh. He’ll put it back.”
A vignette about meeting again after quarantine.
“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.
“I looked down at her once more. I should, I thought, say something. Warn her. But I couldn’t seem to find the words. And then I was coming.”
A short story about receiving a blowjob in a parked car.
“It hurts when he first puts his cock in her. Hurts a lot – as though he’s splitting open some long-sealed place in the pit of her belly.”
A vignette about adjusting to painful penetration.
“She will correct herself whenever she flags, if she can. She will exhale through her nose – sharp, staccato breaths.”
A schema for creative cruelty.
“She is shivering slightly – in others this would be a sign of nervousness, but I know that she is excited, eager.”
Three short vignettes about three different kinds of pleasurable pain.
“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.