Come, church, cuffs, cats. I had so many Cs in my head that instead of picking one, I’ll talk about a few Cs Cunt The first c that popped into my head this morning. It drew me back to the mindful masturbation bit. I was thinking about how those times you just sit and stroke …
What a way to start, but an apt one considering I’m undertaking a month-long challenge. Anxiety is a friend of mine. It has its roots in trauma, childhood trauma specifically, but we’ve all had some form of it or another. My anxiety has never been clinically diagnosed, but my family and friends are well aware …
A continuation that’s trying to work itself into a longer piece. Part one – The madam cut her loose, letting her body fall to the grimy floor with a thud. Eyeing her, the woman’s expression was a mix of pity and distaste. “You certainly ain’t worth the price he paid, but I never turn down …
No one wanted her. When she’d been taken to auction, they told her her price would help her family. Some of her fear had melted away as thoughts of porridge warming her baby brother’s stomach filled her head. She’d held that thought through the humiliation of it all. They’d paraded her naked before too many …
She’s a pretty one, ain’t she? All that long dark hair and her hypnotic eyes. You haven’t even seen her tits or her ass yet and you already wanna fuck her, don’t you? Wait a minute though, it gets better. Watch her dance. The way her she moves to the music does something to every …
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 …