“Each time she becomes more desperate, more messy. Drool and sweat collects on her neck. Her legs shake when she kneels…”
A vignette about a kinky forced exercise scene.
“Each time she becomes more desperate, more messy. Drool and sweat collects on her neck. Her legs shake when she kneels…”
A vignette about a kinky forced exercise scene.
“He finishes, as he always does, in her mouth. She feels the last silky load of him slip down her throat. Twenty-one times this week she has swallowed what he has given her…”
A vignette about oral servitude.
“She tells me about the guys she’s fucked so far, counting them off on her fingers. The jazz musician. The nerd. One threesome.”
A short story about a chance meeting, and blood.
“When we fuck in his office we have to be silent. Not just quiet, but silent. He bites my lip when he kisses me and I stifle the cry that rises up my throat.”
A short story about fucking in the workplace.
“I use the cane, because it’s sharp. We both know that it can make you bleed, if I hit you for hard enough, or long enough.”
A vignette about a particularly severe caning.
“One night the woman I was fucking came to visit. She’d booked tickets with a big group of friends weeks before she ever met me – a strange coincidence.”
A short story about fucking someone in a haunted house.
An interactive fiction about slaying (or laying) a marauding dragon…
“Penny wants to fuck me, but she’s too shy to ask. When we speak in person she touches me frequently, flirts constantly, drops endless hints.”
A short story about asking for what you want.
“She likes to fight him whenever they go to bed together. She wriggles. She squirms. She clamps her legs together, or kicks and struggles like a wildcat.”
A vignette about bratty behaviour.
“It’s hot in the kitchen. She’s grateful that she’s not wearing many clothes…”
A vignette about an act of service submission.