My blog has gone through many iterations in the 14 years I’ve been blogging. This post is an old one from a long dead site that I just rediscovered. It’s from when I was first discovering what I wanted and when erotic writing was a new endeavor for me. Enjoy it, warts and all. – …
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 …
“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 …
This may not be the place for this, but I don’t feel like putting this on my other site. Let me start by saying I’m at work (I was at the time I wrote this) and it’s the middle of the night (not so much now) so the title is asking forgiveness for what could …
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 …
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 …
A continuation of sorts? – The opening of the garage door woke her from her sleep. Lani stretched, aware of the soreness of her cunt. She cupped herself and felt the lingering wetness of her Daddy’s come on her lips. The touch to her cunt brought what she’d done back to the forefront of her …