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. …
He could smell her cunt. A cross of her long legs and her dress would billow, wafting the most delicious smell. His cock was half hard and quickly growing as she uncrossed and crossed her legs again. It was teasing him. He’d stopped paying attention to the movie ten minutes ago. The slide of her …
I’m soft, like the artful paintings of old. A Venus? Rubenesque? Soft curves and a dallying, lazy pose. Come recline with me.
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She woke to him weighing her down, his cock sliding through the mess between her thighs. Hot breath blew on her face and his fingers pinched at her nipples. The sloppy sounds of him moving against her filled the room like a depraved symphony. She was awake once more. Her mind was foggy, her body …
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. …
Feeling very meh about my writing. Just trying to work out the mental kinks – I get a little wet when I run up on a man with dirt on his hands. Grease and grime marring his clothing and making my body come alive. Under his nails, caking his palms, dusting the hair on his …