We didn't speak. It was something we decided early on, in emails and texts and our conversations in the café that sat in between our apartment buildings. Over time, one by one, we took away each line of communication. As our negotiations went on and our boundaries...
“You should be careful my hands could slip,” he said with a smile. The knife dragged along her exposed inner thigh and she froze.
The girl at the end of the bar, in the beret, reading a book. She passes you a note. “I live very close by. Are you still up for a fight? You could hit me. I would like that.”
An app that lets people into consensual non-consent plan dirty little affairs. A map, an unlocked door, an invitation.
She wanted to play his videogame, but in return she agreed to play his other game. The game where she sits on his face.
Isabelle is kind of a princess. A pillow princess. When she invites Ava over, Ava always knows what it’s for. She can’t help it though.
Fear can heighten things. In the heat of the moment, though, you can forget where the game ends.
A somewhat sweet story about casual kink. Well, as sweet as a story can be about tying someone to a bed and using them all day.
She gets off listening to her neighbor get spanked through the wall.
Just a little piece of a dark, dirty fantasy. Letting yourself be little, small, and taken advantage of.
I was reminded today of our old writing group. The secret one. The one that involved lots of drinking and dirty words and laughs. To be honest, my favorite part of our old writing group had to be Lisa Tan’s pussy…
Teasing can be fun, but it’s important to know everyone’s lines. Though sometimes, you learn someone gets wet when you make fun of them. Then there are all kinds of games you can play.
She was told not to wear panties. But girls who don’t wear panties are sluts. She just can’t win.
Two friends have Madeline for brunch. She’s such a good girl. She does all the dishes and cleans up their mess, and will crawl right to bed if they ask her to.
It was simple. Any time she masturbated or had any kind of sexual encounter, she would stop by his apartment the next morning and hand him a note with the details. He would read it in front of her while he had his coffee.
The only thing he was more thankful for than Lucy’s insatiability, was the fact that she didn’t have a Hitachi and had to beg to use his.
She was such a pretty girl when she was sleeping. So soft and pliable, with her eyes closed and her defenses down. Her warm skin under soft sheets called to me, and I couldn’t keep my hungry hands away. Tiny kisses wouldn’t wake her. Neither did the careful parting of...
As Jason showed me around the big house, I was impressed by the space. A modern kitchen with a six-burner stove. A fireplace and huge television in the living room. “We have a hot tub out on the back deck. Business-class internet. The neighborhood is great—lots of...
Birds chirped, and the sun crept in from the small opening between the curtains. It was enough to rouse us. I held myself in that place between sleep and waking. Smelling the cold air that drifted in over the heat of the radiator. I heard a sigh and felt them turn,...
When I think about Jasmine, I remember the hours of kissing. I remember the humidity of our attraction. How we locked ourselves in my bedroom, and it was like we turned into teenagers fogging up the windows as we wrestled in the backseat of a car at Makeout Point. But...