mouth latches onto the nub at the apex of my thighs and I cry out, eclipsing the rumblings of thunder. He devours me lick by lick,
Category: Fiction
Works of fiction and fictionalised true stories about marriage, love, kink and especially sex.
A Lust to Remember
I never want to forget how his body covered mine and made me feel whole, or how his warm breath tickled my cheek as he slept, satiated. I want to forever recall the depth of his irises as he said goodbye the next morning or the longing they held when our fingers separated as we stepped off the elevator into a new day.
To Have and To Haunt
This is a work of fiction that contains scenes of gore and violence. Please read at your own risk. The wreckage is horrific. Broken
Dance of the Dragon
Her body is exposed to my prying eyes, just the prized parts hidden, those secret places made for exploring, enjoying. She wears a hooded cape, scales dripping from the red fabric. It glitters under the multitude of lights, sets sparkles in my eyes.
Gram’s Gift
I know that I will never sell this house, for all the memories it holds, and all the ones still to come. Mum wanted Grams jewelry, and I guess that’s for the best, some heirlooms have to be carefully passed on.
Mystery Fiction Relay-Part Seven: Rocks and Hard Places
He’s been writing about this case for years, keeping Susie’s death alive, his own memories alive. This was going to be his best article yet, about the impact on families and loved one’s when people were killed so violently. A good disguise if he says so himself. Being a newspaper reporter has served him well, many times.
Room with a View
The vibrations were a constant reminder now, the longer the dildo vibrated inside me the more intense it became. I was worried I was going to come, so I pushed my internal muscles out, just a bit, but then stopped as I felt the vibrator start to escape my grasp.
Bring me to my Senses
My silk, floral panties are balled inside my mouth, the taste of my arousal coating my tongue
Doodle Dream
. I draw some fruit and cheese and crackers, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. I lay it all out and look around. Two glasses seem silly now. I go to erase the one glass and stop. Why don’t I just draw a second person? Someone to share the bottle of wine?
