A strange ability, a voyeurism kink, and a hot lunchtime fuck
You Can’t Have This
A mean machine-cuckqueaning scene
A Game of Chance
It’s roulette boys, but not as you know it
Smut Marathon, Round 4
The story I wish I’d entered into Round 4 of Smut Marathon, instead of the one I actually did
Self-control
Exploring honour bondage – conclusion: holy fuck, YES
Household help
I guess I brought this on myself, in a literal as well as figurative sense. The law says that the template individual is solely responsible for the actions of their clones, no matter which of them actually does the nefarious…
Handles
The woman in the mirror is frowning, brow creased and biting her bottom lip. A quarter-turn to the left, then to the right, appraising with a critical eye. I look up and meet my own eyes, counter the expression of anxious self-doubt with a wry roll. Let my tummy relax from its tense, defensive, held-in stance. Allow the truth to seep in and expand before me. I may never regain the smooth flat planes of my teenage shape. A sigh.
Helping Hands
Recently, I watched “Labyrinth” again for the thousandth or so time because it’s such a great movie. Aside from gawking at David Bowie’s titillatingly tight trousers and singing along with every song, I had a flash of pervy revelation. That scene with all the hands as Sarah falls into the oubliette. Uhuh.