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 …
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 …
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 …
They gave consent. By entering the Dome, they played to the end. She wasn’t sure she made the right choice, her confidence evaporating when the doors closed behind them. Money started to matter less and less when the first… creature moved from the shadows. It was muscular, humanoid, and very eager if its substantial cock …
Dread solidified in her gut seconds before the tap at her door. It was so light, but seemed to echo in her head like a death knell. She froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. The tap came again, lighter like the sound of fingernails rapping. Placing her fork beside her plate and rising, she …
When you’re tired from work, you take today’s #storyin12 and turn it into a 100 word drabble to maybe shake off the fatigue. – She loved playing the schoolgirl, knowing patent leather made him unbelievably hard. Her starched white blouse tied under her breasts so the curve of her belly showed, the plaid skirt that …
