Fiction and opinions about BDSM, kink, sex and love
She kneels next the trunk full of discarded clothes. It’s an old leather steamer trunk, elegant and battered, lid opened to reveal a busy contradiction of mesh, PVC, cheap cotton, latex, lace and pleather, in black and red and a clashing cacophony of pinks. Things he bought that didn’t fit, things his other sluts left…
He is sitting on the bed, his legs spread. I am naked, kneeling on an overstuffed cushion, with the tip of his cock in my mouth. He says if I’m a good girl I’ll be able to keep his cock in my mouth without sucking…but if I’m a slut, I’ll have to suck. I won’t…
I love these boots. I love zipping them up over my calves, I love pulling them them up towards my thighs and gingerly standing up. I love knowing what it’s like to see the world from that vantage point- they add four inches to my height but I feel 6 feet tall. They change the…
‘I’m not sure I can walk in these’. ‘Well then, little cunt, I guess you’ll have to crawl’.
Short skirt + thigh highs = A Look
Listen as audio I love sucking his dick. Jesus, I love sucking his dick. I love the taste of it, the feel of it, the way it fits between my lips, the dimensions of it perfect as it slides towards the back of my throat, awash with saliva. I love the rhythm of it- the…
Pleather skirt pulled up, panties pulled down, lying on my back with my knees splayed, the spikes of my heels dig deep into the sofa cushions as I fuck myself hard with the dildo, giving me purchase as I writhe. One hand holds the phone and one twists and slams the silicone in and out…
Pink when you’re blushing inside, baby Pink is the truth you can’t hide, maybe Pink like the folds of your brain, crazy Pink as we all go insane I’ve never been a huge fan of the colour pink. Call it internalised misogyny, a fear of being lost in oppressive gender norms or reading as too…
I bought new slutty clothes because my old ones don’t fit. Some of the new ones didn’t fit either, but I’m used to that. Even when I’m at my thinnest my tits will be too large for about two thirds of the clothes I try on- zips won’t do up, buttons strain, velcro fastenings meet…
He is on his back, and I am astride him, reverse cowgirl style. My jeans are pulled to my thighs, my tits pulled out of my bra, and I’ve undone my shoes and thrown them under the bed. The rubber sheets are cool beneath my skin as, head bowed, I lean forward and slowly lower…