He lifted her high, allowing her butt to clear the edge of the counter. Rough hands pushed up her skirt and narrow hips inserted themselves between her thighs. The cold countertop barely registered as he pulled her panties to one side and inserted two thick fingers. She sighed at the way he could make her …
“What a perfect sacrifice.” Her voice startles Patri out of his meditation. Goosebumps dance along his skin as phantom fingertips brush his naked thigh. The chamber was empty, but he knew… “Mistress.” The word leaves him in a croak. He was prepared for this, but no amount of preparation could stave off the nerves at …
Smut marathon is in round 2 voting. Go pick your top 3 for the round! I’m doing my own form of participation. The first paragraph is what Molly wrote for the first round. Everything after is mine. I believe I came in at 123 words. – The first time I saw her she was standing …
“Keep it down, Johnny, I’m trying to sleep.” Momma was always trying to sleep. She’d been trying to sleep for the last twenty-five years. From the moment she pushed me out and my daddy split, I was an afterthought. Between the booze, the coke, and the johns, sleep was all she cared about. She definitely …
I’ve been here for ten weeks. The calendar above my cage marks the days with little hearts. I spent the first week of my time here staring at that calendar, mouth taped shut so no one could hear me scream, waiting for the next time he’d come to use me. My motions are methodical, careful …
She liked the bruises. The way they bloomed bright on her pearly skin; bright red at the first thwack of the crop, then purplish-blue, until it was yellow-green as it faded slowly. It was a joy to watch them change. The bruises are what brought her back. Her endured pain painted on her breasts, thighs, …
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, …
“Are you one of those girls?” What a strange question to ask. A weird segue after talking about favorite philosopher. “What kind of girl?” He’d messaged her on Bumble and they’d started to have a really good conversation. He seemed to be into a lot of the things she was. Traveling, trying new foods, cuddling …
He was still, preternaturally so. Perched on the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight as the silent ticking of the clock filled the room. “Samuel.” No answer. The man did draw a breath, hitched and barely audible. “Samuel.” The look in his eyes, flat and black, could’ve stopped someone’s heart. “Samuel isn’t here …
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 …