“It’s like these things are happening. As if, by saying each thing they are already doing each thing. For a brief moment the act is already happening in her head…”
A vignette about the act of negotiation.
“It’s like these things are happening. As if, by saying each thing they are already doing each thing. For a brief moment the act is already happening in her head…”
A vignette about the act of negotiation.
“The plug, glistening with lube, goes onto the bedside table. She gets down on her knees and bends over the bed.”
A vignette about getting ready for a date.
“She has a wide range of expression while she’s being caned. For the first strokes she’s loud. Loud exhales. Pleading yelps…”
A vignette about a long and brutal caning
“In order to speak into her ear, he must place a hand on the side of her face and push her cheek gently into the pillow…”
A vignette about ears and talking dirty.
“He takes off his clothes, kneels in front of her. Forehead to forehead. Not kissing, but agonisingly close to kissing…”
A vignette about fucking as a means of stress relief.
“The texture of come changes once it leaves my body. It’s cloudy at first, streaked with white. Thick and clinging. It will stick to skin. Coat throats. Slick fingers pleasantly.”
A vignette about the many and varied properties of come.
“Have her kneel in front of you, naked. Remove your own clothes. Retain your watch. Place the cane on the bed behind her, making sure she sees you do this.”
A schema for creative cruelty.
“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.
“This boy’s come, however, was much more watery. Sleek and sweet and thin, leaking out of her mouth…”
Part two of a story about Chloe, who likes sucking cock
“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.