There isn’t much I’d consider off-limits as wanking fodder.
He’s sitting at the table, his eyes glued to a screen, which is normal. And his hand is moving rapidly in his lap — also not unusual. But when I surprise him by joking, “You started without me!” …
MICRO MONDAY, Suggestive Flash Fiction
The lightest brush of a feather against my clit. Micro Monday
Zac was right, the track he’s playing me is sublime: intense, trippy progressive psytrance but with its fast, pounding bassline swarmed by metallic tones, and subtle, cleverly woven melodic threads creating a gossamer net to buoy my mind. …
Erotica
She squealed when I thrust into her, and bit on her fist.
“I lost my virginity in an inglenook!”
I sigh at my husband, then turn to the estate agent with a wry smile. “I’m so sorry, Emily. This is the fourth house we’ve viewed in three days, and he’s clearly bored.”
Emily’s own smile doesn’t falter: it’s still hungry and directed…
“Does my pussy look punk enough? I reckon I should get it pierced.”
I regret not having any inspiration for this week’s #WickedWednesday, but it seemed appropriate to recycle my last ever Smut Marathon entry.
A year after my Malcolm died I took early retirement, sold up, and moved back home. I bought a little bungalow down the road from the cottage I…
We take Dress Down Friday seriously at Parlour.
CN: Parlour’s CEO has a top-flight lawyer on retainer to deal with anyone who suggests there is drug-assisted mind control in this story.
I’m usually nervous at job interviews, but not this time: Parlour is famous for being the friendliest, most relaxed tech business in the country, and I’ve been…
You’re going to spread your legs for me, slut.
I don’t write a lot of non-fiction, because I find truth easier to explore through the medium of fantasy.
In my smut writing, I’ve done roughly half the things I’ve written about, and I want to try maybe half the things I haven’t. That leaves a quarter which are things…
Nothing tastes sweeter than post-rescue cum
“So you can fly… And? Loads of people fly. There are at least two mutants who could pick up a full 737 and fly it around the world in under an hour. Superpowers are mundane. If you want to stand out, I need to promote you. Who is Goldwing, really…
I like girls with freckles, I can play join-the-dots with my cum
“I think I’ll fuck you tonight.”
I might let him, because he’s hot and I’m in the mood for some male energy, but I like to play hard to get. “Is that right? What’s your name, cowboy?”
He looks at me like I asked what year it was. “Tony Bouchier…
Short Story, Erotica
It’s warm, and it’s wet, and it would welcome your touch. Can you picture it?
My husband and I aren’t religious, but we are spiritual. We feel uplifted by the energy and intimacy of communal worship, so we sometimes attend services of faiths we don’t follow.
Paul heard about a new community, The Disciples of Joy, who are supposed to be very informal and welcoming…
I can’t stop thinking about the bull, and what he does when he’s put in with a heifer.
Monday
I went into the milking shed again and watched him work. This time I wore a shorter skirt to show off my calves, and I stood so close to him his hair nearly brushed my bodice when he straightened up. He’s still ignoring me.
Tuesday
While I was filling…
