You pulled me into the doorway alcove, pinned me against the cold concrete wall and covered my mouth with one hand. Sssshhh you told me, reaching up under my skirt. Silence now.
#Pervember Joker: Spit-roasting
Today’s prompt was “branding” and that’s definitely not one of my kinks (nothing wrong with it between consenting adults of course, just doesn’t do anything for me) so I couldn’t really think of anything to write about it. Instead, I’m playing one of the jokers – something I have always wanted to experience and fantasise about frequently.
Spit-roasting, with its connotations of gluttony and primitivism; myself as nourishment and celebration, as sacrifice and utility.
A choice, perhaps; between the carnal and the alimentary….
CW: this story depicts not-quite-consensual sexual activity.
#Pervember 3: Deep-throating
All the reasons I love a good hard deep mouth-fucking
Test conditions
I’m reviewing a few lubes for www.thefetishfairies.com, and one of my standard tests is to coat my longest, chunkiest dildo (the Fun Factory Tiger) with the test substance then deep-throat it to the point of gagging, to see whether the…
In the cargo hold
Part 3 of The Governor’s Wife tales – you can catch up with the other instalments at the links below
Since the storm, the journey has settled back into hazy lassitude. Repairs were made to torn sails, rigging untangled, items which had been flung into corners by the violence of the waves, repositioned in their rightful places. She kept the rope, feigning unconvinced anxiety to the Captain’s blithe assurances of safety. The skies have cleared. There is no more danger.
Depravation
The note He left me gave clear instructions in His spiky drunken-spider handwriting
Take off your clothes.
Insert the earbuds
Put on the hood.
Present yourself and wait for me.
Keep absolutely still at all times. If you move, you will be punished.
Patience
Friday Night
All week, I have been out of sorts – irritable and uncharitable, my blood full of sharp burrs and my mind skittering from one grievance to the next. An evening of tequila shots with my lover in a London pub…