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.
The fruits of my filthy imagination
I’m in the bedroom. Bent double over the foot of the bed, ankles cuffed to the posts, arms tied above and behind my head. Face in the mattress.
I can see you watching me. Oh, you avert your eyes when I look around, you pretend to be deep in conversation, oblivious and unconcerned. But I know you’re looking. You can’t help yourself, can you? You know that under…
From the very depths of my masochistic painslut kink, a disturbingly ambiguous monologue on dark fantasies
“He wants to see you. Downstairs.” Grace’s tone is ominous, a current of dark humour running beneath the surface, echoing the red trim on her gleaming black PVC catsuit. ‘Downstairs’ means the cellar, a tiny windowless room that he and…
Exorcism-themed BDSM threesome; a fantasy of kinky correction
A tale of black magic masturbation
Lock-picking and cock-sucking; a romance
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.…
Three shakes of their fists, and they both choose ‘paper’. An opening gambit, each hedging their bets, testing the other. Eye contact locked and loaded. Game on.
A strange ability, a voyeurism kink, and a hot lunchtime fuck