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Master’s Captive

Does contain non-consent. Part one. Hot damn, I finished a thing! The fire transformed the room. Backlit so the glow just touched the edges of his body, Vidar stood like a dream above him. Or perhaps it was a nightmare, as more realizations of Pietre’s fate began to dawn with the rustling of fabric. Pietre …

Moan for me

His sounds were music to her ears. A breath as she wrapped her hand around him, barely audible but her cunt clenched when she heard it. “Don’t be shy.” Her thumb swiped at the weeping head. “It’s just us here.” Don’t you know what I plan to do to you? She wanted to whisper in …

Where am I?

It’s been… a while. I’ve been struggling of late. The first time in a long time where I haven’t had much of an urge to write that wasn’t brought on by some form of depression. The spark… is just absent. It makes me nervous, but not as nervous as usual, which is hard to process. …

Present

Old photo, but a shot I’ve never used. “Isn’t she pretty?” Fingers traced her parted lips then trailed down her neck. She kept her eyes closed and her body still. The man stooped down in front of her. His cologne surrounded her, filling her lungs with each inhale. “Present.” She reacted to her Master’s command, …

Porno

Voyeuristic stuff, potential non-consent, and old friends. “Fuck, dude! We’re getting killed.” Ripping the headset off, Pat pushed up from the chair. Tim kept playing, shouting into the mic at their buddies. “What the fuck, Pat. What are you doing?” “I’m going to go take a piss and cool off. Play on without me.” He …

Friction

I don’t even bother describing my characters half the time. All I see is bodies sliding together in my mind’s eye. I also have no m/m photos for posts like this. “You look so fucking hot like that.” Zach pushed his glasses up and leaned back in his chair. “I’m just working. You’ve watched me …

Grip of Death

I’ve been having these… nightmares. No one else would call them that, but that’s what they are. “Allah, protect me.” Those whispered words before sleep never save me, but I say them anyway. My kneeling by my bed never saves me. Not the dream catcher, not the talisman, and not the jewel I bought from …