“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.
“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.
“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.
“It hurts when he first puts his cock in her. Hurts a lot – as though he’s splitting open some long-sealed place in the pit of her belly.”
A vignette about adjusting to painful penetration.
“She is shivering slightly – in others this would be a sign of nervousness, but I know that she is excited, eager.”
Three short vignettes about three different kinds of pleasurable pain.
“She had yelped at the sudden absence of him in her cunt. And then again when he tightened his grip on her left leg and struck her, hard, on her inner thigh with his other open palm.”
A short story about beautiful bruises.
“He reaches for the chair leg and in a simple motion — done without looking at what he does — he looses the leash…”
A short story featuring pet play.
“I send her a message an hour before I arrive telling her that I want her to fight. When I get to her house she lets me in as normal. We go upstairs. She is breathing heavily.”
A vignette about a playfight.
An interactive fiction about getting laid in a vampire nightclub.