“She will correct herself whenever she flags, if she can. She will exhale through her nose – sharp, staccato breaths.”
A schema for creative cruelty.
Literate Kink
Tag: Erotica
“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.
“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.
“We only fucked once during a burn. It was at the end of March, winter only just having given way to spring. The cold was almost numbing in its intensity.”
A short story about fucking, and fire.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“He reaches for the chair leg and in a simple motion — done without looking at what he does — he looses the leash…”
A short story featuring pet play.
“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.