We left our friends at the pub, excusing ourselves before the small party began to grow or relocate to another venue. After long goodbyes, (why can’t people just say goodnight when tipsy?), squaring our bill and making sure the birthday boy and his friends got another round on us, we left the crushing din of…
I’m hitting two memes in one with this post on morning sex: Kink of the Week and Quote Quest.
[Content Warning: “Game Over” is a work of fiction and it contains playful choking, verbal teasing, rough sex and implied, ongoing consent between an established couple.]
I can hear you in the next room and I strain my ears to decipher your sounds. I hear the jingle of buckles and hardware, the creak of the lid of the trunk at the foot of the bed, the rattle of keys and the click of a lock. Private. Hidden. Secret. I don’t know…
Peter didn’t know she liked him. No, Peter was oblivious to such things. He rarely noticed people at all, but he had noticed the young woman who frequented his book shop, Peter’s Well Loved Books, most Saturdays. He thought of her often and Saturday had become his favourite day of the week. He would have…
Willow loved a hotel bathroom with a double vanity. The luxury of “mine and yours” sinks and lots of room to unpack toiletries and spread out made getting ready for vacation adventures all the more fun to prepare for. In this particular hotel she had really moved things in since they were there a…
It’s a hazy, hot August afternoon and he’s found me dozing in the bed, the fan overhead turning slowly, keeping the heat moving. There is little relief to be had when the sun bakes everything it touches and the air feels thick like this. I’m aware that he’s in the room, I don’t open my…
The heat is beginning to get to us. It’s inescapable without the refuge of air conditioned shopping malls or movie theatres, but gone are the carefree days of milling around indoors when the summer heat spikes. The heat is insufferable and we eat our words, taking back every muttered curse aimed at a rainy spring…
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…
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…
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?