Follow along. This is a quickie – I opened my mouth to beg. For him to stop or to keep going, I wasn’t sure. What I did know was that I wanted to come on his cock so fucking bad. I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe. Obviously. My cunt cling to him, …
I am anonymous I am a pseudonym I am an alias I am my best words on a screen I am honest, real, and erotic I am visibly invisible I am a writer
My series. 500 words on the nose. – The Chief put me on a sort of leave after we wrapped the Doll Collector case. I say “sort of” because I was on call in case Mick got anything major in. Or he turned up. Just thinking about him started the jitters. A week off and …
Follow up Just as he fired, I dropped to the ground, sending my gun skittering along the floor. Muffled screams filled the room as I scrambled backwards. My back hit the cage and I felt her banging against the back of it. The door shut and I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I kept my penlight …
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. …
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 up A month had passed. A month of me looking over my fucking shoulder, waiting for him to come to me again. Secretly longing for it and waking in the middle of the night gasping with that need. It had been quiet in homicide. The usual cases came through, distracting me from the thoughts …
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 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, …