“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.
“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 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 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.
“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.
“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.
A short essay about the joys and difficulties of hooking up with strangers in London.
“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.
A short essay about the power of language to minimise disgust.
“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.