Follow up Here I was, following a hunch. I didn’t tell Mick where I was going when I left the station, determined not to say too much in case I was wrong. No need to bring the Calvary to an empty warehouse. It wasn’t quite a warehouse I pulled up to fifteen minutes later though. …
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Follow along It had been over a week since he let me go. My back throbbed less, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching back to touch it when I changed the bandage. I also couldn’t help masturbating every night to thoughts of him fucking me as he hurt me again. There was no time …
Follow along I felt the throb of the word he carved into my back. He etched slowly, I couldn’t quite figure out what, the pain and desire clouding my brain. He’d found a kink I didn’t know existed and played with it. The way his body pressed into mine as he’d worked had sent me …
Follow along “Let’s begin again, detective. I’m here because you want me here.” “I…” “Don’t worry. I know what you want. I’ve known since the moment we met.” This moment was surreal. He sat across from me, looking every inch the picture of a cat who got its cream. I couldn’t decide if I would …
Follow along “Aren’t you a pretty thing…” I had to be dreaming. I struggled to wake, but something kept pulling me back down into sleep. Fingertips traced my face, then my lips. I parted them and I felt the touch on my tongue. Before my mouth could close, could taste his skin, the finger moved …
Follow along “I’ve been a bad girl and he’s helping me to be better. I’m learning what it means to be good. It’s sitting up straight, eating my vegetables, and doing everything he tells me to. I am safe–“ The writing is shaky, the letters barely legible at points. I sit it down and glanced …
Follow along Bare mattress on a bolted down metal cot, and naked walls with a single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. The light didn’t extend back enough to illuminate the entire cell, but I was able to make out his form on the cot. “How very Silence of the Lambs.” His voice pierced the silence, …
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. …
A knock sounded at the door, drawing him away from his work. He debated not answering, but the light tapping became a pounding that rattled the clock above the doorway. The cabin was small so it was a few quick steps to cross from his cluttered desk to the entrance. He threw it open hard …
While this was a writing task given to me to complete, I want to give a shout to TitsAndTestTubes who recently wrote a nice little long distance piece – Ping me when you’re free The words scrolled across the open text box. She hustled to finish clearing off her bed so there was nothing impeding …