“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.
Literate Kink
“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…
“The first time I hit her she grabs the tree in front of her. Squeaks. Wraps her arms around it and presses her face to the bark. Blood already.”
A vignette about a birching in the woods.
“She can be, when she chooses, a recalcitrant schoolgirl – brattish and sly and convinced of her cleverness…”
A vignette about the different roles that a kinky couple inhabit.
“Afterwards her face is streaked with eyeliner and tears and come. Spit veils her chin. Her hair is in disarray.”
A vignette about facefucking.