She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again. “Higher.” Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike. “Spread your legs.” He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much …
My fantasies twist and turn, but always rise up the same way. The things I ignore, but deep down I want so badly. It reoccurs, in my dreams and the things I read and the things I crave at night. It’s always the same. Face buried on the pillow, the scent of the hair product …
He lifted her on to the counter, parting her thighs so her dress bunched up to her waist. His hum at her naked cunt made goosebumps race down her skin. “Open.” She parted her lips, allowing his middle and ring fingers to slide along her tongue. Licking at the digits, she closed around them and …
His hands sifted through her hair. Just touching the strands sent the scent of berries into the air around them. The way her eyes seemed to glow in the low light made him tighten his grip in her hair. When she leaned over him, he spread his legs wider, giving her room to do what …
Based off of this photo prompt. A mix of fantasy/horror/gory/non-con elements. – She kept away from the basement during the winter because the cold drove the worst of them indoors. Terrible beasts. Carnivorous creatures that haunted the woods. The nightmares always started right before they began to appear below. This year’s nightmares had begun earlier …
A sketch for writing practice. – The crackle of the cigarette as he took a drag drifted to her ears. Her eyes moved to his face because she couldn’t help watching. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing, and then exhaled the white smoke into the air. It was a seductive sound, sexy in the way it …
She’s a pretty one, ain’t she? All that long dark hair and her hypnotic eyes. You haven’t even seen her tits or her ass yet and you already wanna fuck her, don’t you? Wait a minute though, it gets better. Watch her dance. The way her she moves to the music does something to every …
Smut marathon is in round 2 voting. Go pick your top 3 for the round! I’m doing my own form of participation. The first paragraph is what Molly wrote for the first round. Everything after is mine. I believe I came in at 123 words. – The first time I saw her she was standing …
I’ve decided to attempt the prompts for Smut Marathon when I see what they are during the voting round. A fun thing to do without the pressure. I did this before I went to read. 30-50 words of the moment two people first meet. In at 50 words – They bumped shoulders on the street, …
Too much thinking about the news and the things women deal with… – “Hey, baby.” He jumped in front of her, but she jogged around him. She let her music drown out any lame pick up lines he may have lobbed her away. He was far behind her after a few steps. Ridiculous, she mused. …