One from the drafts folder; this was originally going to be my Smut Marathon Round 7 entry, but I wasn’t sure if it was close enough to the prompt, so I held it back.
A tale of black magic masturbation
Lock-picking and cock-sucking; a romance
You’re taught shame from an early age; ‘nice girls don’t’ but ‘boys will be boys’. Your chest starts to swell so you wear baggy t-shirts and cross your arms so that no-one notices. Large breasts, you’ve been led to believe,…
A fun and educational evening of hitty things
My subconscious frequently horrifies me. I dream luridly and in colour, always in the first person. Sometimes I’m not me but a complete stranger, a fictional character invented and given temporary existence only in the world within my skull. That’s…
Thoughts on breath play, and a snippet of erotica inspired by memories of a glorious fuck
Some thoughts on consent in BDSM and sexual relationships
This is hands-down, 100% my favourite kinky game right now.
A poem about the vulva, inspired by a 17th century euphemism, ‘two leafed book’
You said you enjoyed humiliation, forgetting – just for a moment – that you were pouring your heart out to a gleeful sadist. You saw the ideas flicker across his face, quirking the corner of his lips, dilating his pupils.…