This flash of fiction was inspired by a conversation I had with the wonderfully inspiring Super Astro, who seems to find new ways to intrigue me on the regular and has a way with historical insults that is really rather arousing. Pistols...
Birthday Doxy inspired fiction written to explore a fantasy that could become reality… I can’t see a thing, my wrists are secured above my head and it’s really very quiet. Well, apart from the sound of my heart beating...
It started with a suggestive text. ‘Are you fingering me? ” I asked, in response to a bright yellow emoticon of a middle finger. “You started it!” And to be fair, I had. I’m quite a brat, truth be told. I...
Sometimes it’s all about me. What I want, what I need, what I can take. But sometimes it’s all about him. It’s all about his pleasure. It’s all about what I need to do to make him happy. What can I give, to make him smile or moan or...
Want. It ripples beneath my skin, subtle, unnoticed by others but a constant scratching, itching that demands my attention. I can’t give myself what I crave but I can create the fantasy, take the pleasure and satisfy the need for a moment...
Today’s Smutober prompt got me writing, enjoy the flash fiction!
It’s the same as always, beauty spot by my lip, arching eyebrows, fine lines from laughter and frowns. Hair pulled up lazily in a clip, curls tumbling, parting zig-zagging, fuzzed and fluffed and messy. My eyes peep under drooping...
I hate being blindfolded. I hate it so good. Deprived of any kind of control, I can’t even see what’s coming to anticipate it. I find it scarier than being bound. At least when I’m restrained I have an idea of what’s to...
Chain Reaction “Please!” I yell, desperate and needy. “Please, Sir, please.” I don’t even know if he can hear me but I’ve got to try, I’m on the edge but I can’t tip over. I’ve been trying, really trying. There is a cable of chain...
Spikey, stingy pain is my favourite. It’s direct, it’s intense and it turns me the hell on. Want me to come and come hard? Tie me down, rope, cuffs, chains, whatever you want is fine by me. I love being restrained and I’ll get off...
He just watches. Elbow on chair arm, cheek in hand, gaze fixed on me. On my cunt in fact. I stretch my thighs wide, showing him even more. My exhibitionist streak shines through, for him. Just for him. His command makes me brave. “Come for...
It was a dark and stormy night… No really, it was blowing a gale outside the tent, the rain was slamming down like it had a grudge against the earth and as Mike pulled his head back in from braving the elements he told me he...