“Dawn’s mind wanders. Her cunt throbs with her pulse. What must she look like to the dragon? Small and pale against the expanse of rock.”
A short story about being sacrificed to a dragon.
“Dawn’s mind wanders. Her cunt throbs with her pulse. What must she look like to the dragon? Small and pale against the expanse of rock.”
A short story about being sacrificed to a dragon.
“One night the woman I was fucking came to visit. She’d booked tickets with a big group of friends weeks before she ever met me – a strange coincidence.”
A short story about fucking someone in a haunted house.
“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.
“Half a mile down the track, having seen not a single other person, he puts the collar on her. The metal one, which locks with a screw.”
A short story about a pet play training exercise.
“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 had taken off her panties already, handing them to me as we left the car…”
A vignette about fucking in a field, in secret.
“Because she’s on her period, and because I know she is more sensitive when she’s on her period, I want to hurt her. I look for ways to hurt her.”
A vignette about a walk and some casual sadism.
“With about a hundred miles left to cover, she hitched up her skirt to around her waist and sunk a hand between her legs.”
A vignette about a roadtrip.
“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.
“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.