Bonus: storyin12 drabble and picture for Sinful Sunday – “Filthy, filthy girl. I know you’re sitting at your desk with wet panties, aren’t you?” Her boss’s voice filtered through the intercom system. She stopped transcribing the notes he’d given her and reached between her thighs to press at the gusset of her underwear. They were …
There’s something in the water. The murky, leaf littered lake could appear serene during the daylight, but the evil lurking beneath couldn’t be truly hidden. It’s the beauty of the place that tricks you. It’s meant to appear innocent, the trees hanging lazy over the water. It attracts people in the summer, the water inviting …
A 100 word drabble using today’s storyin12 prompt word. – He was head of the vice squad. Touting himself as hard on prostitution, he came down on girls and Johns alike. A pious hard ass, he punished all who stepped out of line. He said he was saving lives. His subordinates didn’t get to see …
This KOTW is centered around shaving, and you know, I struggled for the words on this one. Total related aside, writing in general has been hard. I was curious why this was a hard one for me to write on, aside from my current writer’s block issues, and have narrowed it down to it just …
This is the story of the box. A truth or folk lore, it has roots in ancient Aztec history. Discovered by a small enclave of Coixtlahuaca on a hunting expedition, the natives were captivated by the discovery. The box was decorated with raised swirls and lines that glowed red when touched. They couldn’t open it …
He tapped her cheek until she lifted her head and then prized her mouth open to insert the ball gag. “So you’ll behave today?” She looked away, her lashes fanning over her mascara stained cheeks. He traced her stretched lips and smiled at the drool already forming. Circling her slowly, he took in her predicament. …
Sue considered going back to her office, but managed to screw up her courage and knock. “Enter.” Fuck, he was in a surly mood. The way he nearly bit the word in half made her even more reluctant to enter. She knew he’d be pissed if she didn’t go in so she squared her shoulders …
Another round down for the Smut Marathon. I went into the voting round feeling okay about my story. My thoughts were it was a well written piece that followed the stated requirements, and that was important to me. Here’s my story. Pleasure is my purpose They told me I was destined to do great things. …
