“When we fuck in his office we have to be silent. Not just quiet, but silent. He bites my lip when he kisses me and I stifle the cry that rises up my throat.”
A short story about fucking in the workplace.
“When we fuck in his office we have to be silent. Not just quiet, but silent. He bites my lip when he kisses me and I stifle the cry that rises up my throat.”
A short story about fucking in the workplace.
“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.
An interactive fiction about slaying (or laying) a marauding dragon…
“Penny wants to fuck me, but she’s too shy to ask. When we speak in person she touches me frequently, flirts constantly, drops endless hints.”
A short story about asking for what you want.
“It’s hot in the kitchen. She’s grateful that she’s not wearing many clothes…”
A vignette about an act of service submission.
“They film themselves fucking in their attic bedroom on a day that’s unnaturally quiet. No traffic. No planes in the sky…”
A vignette about making a dirty home movie…
“He kneels down beside the bath, takes a fistful of her hair in one hand, pinches closed her nose with the other and pushes her head underwater…”
A vignette about some breath control in the bath.
“The stranger nods. You can see him at the very periphery of your vision. In the shadows. Out of focus. Is he handsome? Is he young? Is he kind?”
A vignette about listening to some men discuss your various uses.
“This is the place where I’m going to fuck her. Right here. My cock will enter her here…”
A vignette about going down on a lover.
“Here she is, kneeling, naked while her lover pisses on her face. She is that person. That person is her…”
A vignette about the joys and discomforts of piss play.