Or conversations about anal sex I’d been thinking about what I wanted to write for this since the topic popped up for this kink of the fortnight. The obvious choice is my first experience with it I finally met a guy on Fet that I’d been talking to for a while. Got the bright idea …
She was on his mind again. Sliding through his thoughts when he was least expecting her to. It was a seed of regret that had bloomed in his gut as he realized what he’d let slip through his fingers. Like a memory that wouldn’t fade, she stayed imprinted on his mind. He missed her. He …
The topic of race comes up often, but you know the one place race isn’t much covered? In kink. At least not how I’d like to see it come up. Life and times have made us all more aware of things like race. The last two years have seen a rise in race relation issues …
I’m a submissive. I know that’s something that most of you know already from my relationship with DomSigns and many stories I’ve written. But I don’t think anyone knows the type of person I am and how it plays off my submission. One of my biggest things is needing approval. I want to please everyone …
Through a screen, he glances and catches sight of something alluring. Drawn closer, he gazes, captured by what he sees. Her everyday movements become a graceful dance to him.
First #SoSS of the New Year! I’ve made zero resolutions simply because I’m terrible at keeping them, but my hope is to try to do at least 2 of these a month. No pressure as Smut Marathon is coming and I’m hoping to write regular posts (and not just fiction) this year. A few other …
You’re a tease. That flirty skirt was meant to draw me in, giving glimpses of your plump ass and juicy pussy. You looked up at me with those big brown eyes, begging me to take hold of you. Not just take hold… Your teasing makes me want to squeeze you, choke you, bruisehurtfuck you. My …
Count down until 2018. Where did the year go? I suppose it’s time for some sort of year-in-review. I’m not the best at reflecting, but find that doing so makes for a better outlook on the coming year. The hard part is remembering the things that happened through the year. There’s my usual things and …
She fucking hated the cold. The tag of one of the shirts she had on was digging into her side and she was losing her hold on her suitcase because her gloves didn’t give her good purchase. It was freezing and miserable. She was nearly home. It was her stubbornness that made her walk from …