“The first sample was (to my immense smugness) extremely healthy. Motile, they said. Well-directed. My sperm were competent little swimmers.”
A short story about being a sperm donor.
Literate Kink
Tag: Masturbation Monday
“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.
“We finish kissing. I turn her head gently but firmly to face the camera. Then I get onto the bed behind her.”
A vignette about making a sex tape.
“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.
“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.
“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.
A brief memoir about making a user manual for a fuckbuddy.
“She will correct herself whenever she flags, if she can. She will exhale through her nose – sharp, staccato breaths.”
A schema for creative cruelty.