“The stranger nods. You can see him at the very periphery of your vision. In the shadows. Out of focus. Is he handsome? Is he young? Is he kind?”
A vignette about listening to some men discuss your various uses.
“The stranger nods. You can see him at the very periphery of your vision. In the shadows. Out of focus. Is he handsome? Is he young? Is he kind?”
A vignette about listening to some men discuss your various uses.
“This is the place where I’m going to fuck her. Right here. My cock will enter her here…”
A vignette about going down on a lover.
“It’s bad, she knows, but she does it anyway. She likes the way it feels and the badness is a part of that. If it was no danger it wouldn’t feel like that.”
A vignette about bareback fucking.
“Here she is, kneeling, naked while her lover pisses on her face. She is that person. That person is her…”
A vignette about the joys and discomforts of piss play.
A look at the often-ignored dirty letters of James Joyce.
“It’s not just that I relate the two things in my head – her tying back her hair, her sucking my cock. It’s the grace of it, too…”
A vignette about watching a lover tie back her hair.
“It never takes them long to make her come. The light sensation of their touch. A warmth that spreads from the point of contact, seeping through her skin. Magic.”
A short story about a magical masturbatory fantasy.
“When she masturbates she pictures cocks as thick as coke cans rammed home between her legs. Outsize dragon dick dildos…”
A vignette about wanting more girth than you can realistically handle.
“She may touch herself whenever she wishes, but she will not come until a week has passed, until he lays hands on her again.”
A vignette about delayed gratification.
“She comes to me, gets down on her knees, and drapes herself over my lap. It’s an awkward position. My thigh is nestled into the crease of her hips.”
A vignette about delivering a hand spanking.