“She lubes up the plug and, with a fleeting glance at me, lies back on the bed. Hands between her legs, awkward, reaching.”
A vignette about warming up for anal penetration.
“She lubes up the plug and, with a fleeting glance at me, lies back on the bed. Hands between her legs, awkward, reaching.”
A vignette about warming up for anal penetration.
“But instead I pick her up by her hair, one hand around her neck, and push her into the bathroom, into the open cubicle of the shower.”
A vignette about the consequences of telling your top to make you obey.
“You can’t avoid touching someone when it’s as crowded as that, even if it’s just a hip or an elbow.”
A vignette about a moment of strange intimacy between strangers on the Tube.
“I am always excited by her. But this time, tired and displaced as I am, it feels like a kind of overwhelming cute aggression…”
A vignette about a particularly intense fuck.
“She is sucking my cock. We are in front of a mirror, and so the picture is actually of our reflection…”
A vignette about taking some dirty pictures.
“You pause for only a moment. It is not permitted for a girl to lie, not even to a potential owner. But at the same time you don’t want to disappoint.”
A short story about being bought and sold.
“In the year since we started fucking how many times have I come inside your body? How many in your cunt?”
A vignette about a year of fluid-bonded fucking.
“She feels quite light, floaty, pleasantly empty. She walks to the bus stop through the very fine rain.”
A vignette about returning to the world after a private liaison.
“The next time she sees me, though, she arrives at my door not wearing panties. She shows me this as soon as she’s inside my flat…”
A vignette about nudity, with or without clothes.
An ongoing attempt to read every single novel in John Norman’s (rather extensive) Gorean Saga…