I trail my lips down your spine, counting the vertebrae, and my hair follows. All the way to your ass. Bare and vulnerable. Then back up over your bent, bound form. “Listen,” I whisper. The crop in my hand twacks against my own thigh. Sharp. Hard. Once, twice, thrice. “Hear that? That’s my heart...
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Twitter Fiction
Molly’s Ass #TwitterFiction #FuckToyFriday
In My Hands
Take your hands away from your balls. Stow them safely behind your back and breathe. You need to know exactly how much I could hurt you. How much you could take before you break. Everyone does. It’s the not knowing that terrifies. Will your capacity to endure ever live up to your own exacting...
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Dark Matter #wankwednesday
When you are not here, I’m in shadow. And when you are in shadow still. Your absence is a silent void burned onto concrete. Your presence simply the shaded preface to your eventual departure. My precipice hang over of everything I desire. ________ Read all the Wank Wednesday erotic writing for Shadow on Word...
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Twitterfic #Indelible for #FuckToyFriday
I have commissioned for him a fountain pen with a nib of surgical steel. So the obscenities he writes across my back will last. He writes the things I am to him. Cutting each letter into my skin. Slut Whore Cunt. Then crosses them out in one long slash. He scrawls as I scream....
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Twitterfic #Stain2
Where to start this? Perhaps at the bead of sweat that formed at his temple. It was a hot afternoon and the air-conditioning in elevator wasn’t working. I watched it crawl down the side of his face, catching here and there on the bristles of his unshaven cheek. Beneath office tower, past the scent...
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Twitterfic #Stain
For more years that he could count, Julian Stephen Atkinson had struggled under the colossal carapace of his self-restraint. He had only a hazy, stuttered memory of what life was like before he had cinched himself up tight, but it was clear enough to live in mortal fear of the consequences of failing to...
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#FuckmeFriday – #Faun
#FuckMeFriday is an erotica writing prompt hosted and organized by @AislingWeaver. Please take the time to read the other pieces in this week’s collection. ___________ “Come here.” He is sprawled lazily in the armchair. His fly’s undone, splayed apart. His fingers, coiled like little cobras, stroke the thickening column of his cock. And I...
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The Last Tower – twitterfiction #thelasttower
This was a very short piece of flash fiction written on the fly as twitter fiction. A very rare non-erotic piece. That night in Bangkok it began to rain. Black and wet the streets, the buildings, the myriad lights splayed by liquid. It rained the next day. And the next. It didn’t stop....
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On Nights Like These
On nights like these I need more than your kind regards. I need your hand around my throat dusty fingers in my mouth and the precipice of pain as your cock forces space where there was none. On nights like these I’ll trade your mot juste For the cudgel of your tongue, the...
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Shield #wankwednesday
“Make yourself come,” he says, fist around his cock, eyes glinting with bright shards of lust. A single opalescent tear is born at the tip, trembles there, and escapes down the lip of his cock-head, over his fingers and disappears into the dark thatch of hair at the root. I know what he wants....
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