Let’s play Summer School. I’ll be the teacher, you be the student. I’ll put my hair up in a bun and wear my glasses, I’ll rap you on the knuckles if you fidget or misbehave. You can skip the panties, just the skirt will do, and snip off the top three buttons of your blouse.…
The thermometer by the back door belied the heat of the afternoon; it was breezeless and blue-skyed, the kind of heat that made Owen’s blood feel thick and syrupy. Mowing the lawn had been a mistake, he should have waited until the evening or the next morning, but it was done now and he had…
Content Note: As with all my erotica, particularly involving DD/lg characters, please note that the use of “girl” and “Daddy” are expressive, not literal. All characters are of age and all power exchange dynamics are pre-negotiated. All punishment is consensual.
He strips off slowly, his hips betraying his eagerness; belt, jeans, red lace thong. I ignore the lingerie, I want what’s under it, and I want to see it in his hand.
Ophelia never really loved me, and I guess I always knew that. I wanted her to love me back, so much so that I never ever told her how I felt because I was so sure she did not feel the same way. I guess some things are just too pure and hopeful to give…
Tea and a blowjob is exactly what I’d love to wake up to.”
Anyone can be a dumb, little bimbo, drunk on my cock. I want more. I want a clever little slut bitch. Tell me, baby, who’s my clever bitch?
I don’t often ask to come, but I did tonight. I was feeling backed up, as if I couldn’t quite fully relax. There’s no statute of limitations on orgasms when I have sex with other partners, but he unequivocally owns my self pleasure and masturbatory orgasms. I asked if I might come tonight and to…
I want to fuck her in the sunshine, on warm soil, knees and hands blackened with fragrant earth, the pale, soft, faces of the strawberry flowers looking on. I want to smell the tiny, sweet berries crushing beneath us. I want to lay under the curtain of her red-gold hair and feel the crushing…
{Content Warning} : contains language that perverts Catholic ritual and terminology. Also: degradation, name calling.
Just unplug your mind, Doll, and listen to my voice. Close those heavy eyes and part those pretty lips, sweet-licked and glossy. Touch yourself, yes, like that, and drag your fingernails across your nipples. You know you want to be my dumb Baby, don’t you? My empty headed, pretty thing to tease and touch and…
“I expect you to treat yourself with the same kindness that I do.” “Yes, Sir. Disregard or disrespect of myself or my body is an affront to your care and possession. I will try to keep that top of mind and remain obedient and accountable. Thank you for the correction.”
“You know that feeling when you meet someone and they just crawl up under your skin and move into your head? They become an itch you can’t scratch, a ghost you can’t evict, and every moment, from that moment on, is just a little bit different? Such has been my beautiful burden since the night…
She’s making sweet angel-baby sounds, crooning and mewling as I writhe over her face. Her mascara is smudging on my thighs and that alone is almost enough to make me come. Somewhere in this pleasure haze I can feel the white-hot crescents of her fingernails in the flesh of my ass and it’s getting me…
‘Twas the scene before Christmas, when all through the kitchen A submissive was squirming, whining, and twitching. Her throat was adorned with a red leash and collar As her Dominant fucked her, sucked her and mauled her. The steel plug was nestled all snug in her cheeks, while her nipples were tortured and suffered…
CONTENT WARNING: This is a juicy bit of #SeasonalSapphicSmut. It has shades of D/s dynamics and features a Yuletide birching with a branch off the old Christmas tree. Oh Tannenbaum? More like “Oh, tanned ‘er bottom”, am I right? Perhaps I’ve had too much nog, or not enough. Either way, enjoy!