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, …
This was my rejected attempt for one of the entries for Smut Marathon. I scraped it so it sat in drafts. Decided to finish it today. – He’d taken to standing outside just before dusk. The beginning gray strands of night bled across the sky, slowly dimming the day. Stars would wink in on the …
“Forgive me, Father…” He knelt on the hard ground, the rough stone digging into his knees. Staring up at the crucified Jesus. “I have sinned.” Crossing himself, he shifted so he created more room beneath his robe. He tried to tamp down the thoughts that bubbled up. The peek of breast he’d seen as a …
The sound of wood scraping across tiles greeted him as he stepped through the front door. The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder it grew. Something made him hover just out of sight of the open doorway, anxious as a moan filtered through the air to him. He couldn’t look and see her …
“What were you dreaming about last night?” Her fingers walked up his chest as he pulled her into his side. It sent goosebumps over his skin as she made circles around his nipple. “Nothing. It was a pretty dreamless night for me.” She tweaked his nipple, then pinched it until he moaned. “No, you were …
It was the position of her body, plus the skin gleaming as though fresh from the shower and the face so peaceful, that told a story. “Looks like a, uh, thirty-two year female, dumped in the park. Naked, six gunshot wounds to the back, minimal blood at the scene.” Beautiful girl. That was his thought …
The traditional way of numbering the years in the Julian and Gregoria calendars is utilizing B.C. (Commonly denoted as Before Christ) and A.D. (Anno Domini or Year of our Lord). My life has marking points on the calendar. Birthdays, moving, taking a new job. I like to use a different marking system for my submissive …
I am a “little”. I’ve written some about it here for GoTN. I’ve talked a small amount about it through out my blog, mostly as fiction. But I am a little. What that means is there are times I feel small and want cared for by my Dominant, DomSigns. Incidentally, for those who are new …
“I’ll just have a regular coffee.” She stared at him expectantly. When he didn’t say anything else, she piped up. “Is that all?” “Sure, I’ll take one of your…” he glanced at the case, “apple strudel muffins.” Her expression was confused, but she took his money. He moved further down the counter, dodging a woman …