“No.” The wooden spoon rapped against my knuckles. I ground my teeth and attempted the step again. “Wrong.” He brought the spoon down hard and I yelped that time. My knuckles throbbed from the repeated smacks and I’m on the verge of launching myself at him. “Your glare accomplishes nothing. It certainly will not caramelize …
Unedited, shortie. To help with the block. – He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip before grasping her hair to yank her head back. The way her eyes widened behind her glasses made him hard. He rubbed the growing bulge as he urged her to her knees. She locked on to his hand as …
Got a couple prompts.this is a sketch. – “So there I am, standing on the J train when a smoking hot girl brushes against me. There’s no other places to stand so she cozies up to me. She’s got this sexy secretary vibe going on. I’m talking pencil skirt and tight white blouse that I …
Does she know you’re here with me? As I arch and scream, your hand covering my mouth and then tightening around my throat, I wonder. As your other hand grips my hip so hard I know I’ll have a bruise, I wonder. Does she know how you fuck me? You can’t pull her perfect hair, …
Tears streak down my face, wetting the sheets my cheek is pressed into. I’m bound, bound because I begged to be. Hands under my thighs, palms pressed against my quads, rope looping tight around and around my wrist and digging into my hamstrings. My legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bed frame. The gag …
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 …
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 …