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Sadistic Procedures Two [MF][BDSM]

Put her in a position that’s impossible to hold. Make her kneel. Have her spread her legs, and rise on her haunches just an inch or two, so that her arse isn’t resting on her ankles. Have her knit her fingers behind her head, and keep her elbows out, in an even plane with her shoulders. Put your hands on her. Adjust her posture until it is exactly as you want it.

Then retreat. Sit down somewhere in her eyeline, and wait. Do not tell her how long she must remain this way. Tell her that she must stay until you say otherwise. Watch her face.

Let a minute pass. Let another. She will waver. Her arms will move in small increments, tired shoulders pulling them back into place. Her legs will shake with effort. She will tense the muscles in her stomach. Breathe very stiffly.

She will correct herself whenever she flags, if she can. She will exhale through her nose – sharp, staccato breaths. Say nothing unless she lets herself drift. Correct her if this happens. It should not need more than a couple of words. Read more »

Off the Path [MF]

We left the path. Hopped a ditch and, hand-in-hand, dipped into the shade of the trees. At first: relief. The day was blazing hot and the path was full of sun. The shade beneath the trees was cool and moist, wet and green. It felt like settling into a cool bath on a hot day.

The land sloped downhill. Here and there a cluster of mushrooms or a trickling stream. We wended our way down. We could still see the path, just. Then we couldn’t. Everything around us became green: a blanket of moss as thick as snow. Rare little sunbeams lanced down through the canopy like spotlights.

We fucked in one of those sunbeams. The moss was soft, springy. Oozing wet. She took off her dress, unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down around her knees. I did the same. As hot as it was on the path it was cool here, almost cold. We kissed standing up, then she went down on hands and knees and I entered her from behind. Read more »

The Sex You Have in Hotel Rooms [MF]

**One**

…is sometimes loud. Because you can be loud here. Unrestrained here. When you don’t have to bite your lip to keep from waking your housemates. When you can throw your head back against the pillow and scream. Your hair across your face. When you can hear the sound of yourself being fucked: his hips smacking into your arse and the long, urgent moans that seem to come from some deep internal part of you, and the way your voice climbs higher and higher with each thrust…

**Two**

…is sometimes abrupt. When you have not seen one another in months, and when you are able only to snatch a brief moment together in a room with a view of the airport. When you have wanted her so many times in the months apart that it feels now like something as essential to you as breathing when you tear off her clothes. When you push her down into the perfectly-made bed. When you put your mouth between her legs and kiss her cunt and find it wet and dripping.

**Three** Read more »

A Personal History of Feeding [MF]

The first time is on a date. We are being drunk and stupid. We buy cake, which I take a chunk of between my fingers and push towards her mouth; I expect her to turn her head, laugh, shove my hand away. She doesn’t.

She parts her lips and her lithe tongue wraps around the tips of my fingers. Takes the piece of cake from me into the warm soft interior of her mouth. Eye contact all the while. I feel a sharp sensation behind my rib cage, as though someone has pulled, hard, on a lever I never knew was there.

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The second time is with the same lover. We have spent all day in bed together. It’s a Sunday. From her window you can see all the way to the City of London – rendered now as a collection of patchwork lights. It is late and I am lazy. I stretch, scratch, pull on my shoes. Downstairs, on the street, most shops are shut. Down the road a takeaway is still doing business. The glow from the fluorescent lights spills out over the pavement like milk. Read more »

Sadistic Procedures (One) [MF][BDSM]

Make her hold the fleshlight between her legs. Have her be naked, prostrate on the bed. Have her hands bound to keep her from interfering. And nestle it there, against her cunt. The dimpled plastic exterior in direct contact with her most intimate parts. Tell her to hold it in place with her thighs.

Take your clothes off. Straddle her chest. Hold your dick in your hand and masturbate it in front of her face. She may squirm. You can put an end to this with a stern look. She may open her mouth pleadingly, begging. Hungry. That look on her face (*this isn’t FAIR*) can be safely ignored.

Masturbate until you’re hard and you can feel your balls tightening. Your body tensing ready to expel your entire being through the head of your cock. Until you can feel an edge approaching. Pause, panting. Smile down at her. She may say something at this point. Something like, “Please.”

Lie on top of her, your face as close to hers as your cock was a minute ago. Close enough that you could kiss her. Pull back if she tries to kiss you. Place a hand over her mouth if necessary. Insert yourself into the fleshlight. Let her see you groan with pleasure, that faraway look on your face. Read more »

While You’re Standing in the Corner [MF][BDSM]

What I do while you’re standing in the corner, naked, motionless, gagged with a ball gag, waiting for me to use the cane on you in punishment for earlier recalcitrant behaviour:

Check my emails, while sitting in my desk chair, about four paces away from where you stand. I delete several. Read three in full and write short responses. Label or archive everything else until my inbox is empty.

Drink an entire cup of tea. It is the one I made just before you arrived, and thus is already slightly cold. By the time I have finished responding to emails it has achieved a perfect, barely-warm-at-all temperature.

Read the last few pages of Haruki Murakami’s *Pinball, 1973*. A second reading, but so long after the first it is like reading the novel for the first time. Once complete I close the book and put it flat on my desk. I sit and think about the ending as I finish the dregs of my tea.

Browse Amazon until I find a set of postage labels that are compatible with my printer. Purchase two sets. During the checkout process I sign up for a discounted trial of Amazon Prime to save on postage, which I then immediately cancel. Read more »

Away with the Faeries [FF][Fantasy]

After he’s finished she slips away from him. Nightgown. Bare feet. Down the stairs, skipping the third from the last that creaks like a bone about to break. Sian pauses at the kitchen door and listens to his snoring reverberating through from the floor above. She isn’t worried. He never wakes. After coming, Albert sleeps like he’s already dead.

Out she goes into the garden. The patio and the grass and the stepped flowerbeds shine in the moonlight, everything edged silver-white. A full moon today, hanging over the house like a Christmas ornament.

She stops at the outside tap. Cold, cold water. She rinses her hands. Peels up her nightdress and splashes it (gasping) onto her belly. Feels the dried come that Albert left there become slick and liquid, slippery. She rinses it away and flicks the wet from her fingers before setting off across the lawn.

They’re waiting for her. Silvery, soft voices burble with excitement as she pads across the dew-damp grass. Three of them today. Tiny, glowing bodies. She’ll never get used to seeing them, she thinks. So small and so perfectly formed – each one no taller than her forearm is long, but so complete and precise. And those wings… Read more »

Cumshot Variations [MF][Oral]

# One

We fuck without a condom, but she asks me not to come inside her. I am inside her until the last moment before I come. When I pull out she whimpers frustration. I spill over her stomach and breasts. For a moment I can feel my orgasm extending beyond my body, over her skin, as though the pleasure is a living part of me. As though my come can feel her skin, her skin my come. As though we are both one person.

# Two

She moans and begs for me to come, and when I do the first hot strong burst of it hits her neck. She clutches my cock. Squeezes it. Her whole body shudders convulsively, her eyes shut, her head thrown back. The trembling continues until I am spent, my orgasm painted over her skin in a long, drooling veil.

# Three

I feel myself tip off the edge of something and I move to pull out of her. She holds me, tight, her legs locked around my hips, her mouth on mine. We struggle for a moment before she relents and I pull out of her, already coming. I intended to finish on her stomach, but instead I spill onto her cunt. She puts a hand there. Fingers slick with my come slip easily inside of her. Read more »

Rain, Rain, Rain [MF][NONSEXUAL]

I am about to kiss her when it starts to rain. We are sitting on a bench in Letna Park which overlooks the city. From here you can see for what feels like miles – the jumbled streets and the odd architecture of the TV Tower. Blue skies. Dark, high streaks of cloud. The beer garden behind us is packed to bursting, but on the little path where we’re sitting there aren’t many people. She has just finished showing me her scars and she is rolling down her sleeve. There is a weight to the silence that surrounds us both. When she’s done she turns to face me, very squarely.

For the last half hour we have been edging closer, turning ourselves towards one another. Now we are very close. We are touching, hip to hip. And I am leaning in to kiss her when the first drops of rain spit down on the backs of our necks. Read more »

Talking Dirty [MF]

I tell them I’m masturbating. That I’m naked, sprawled on the bed. I tell them I have my fingers between my legs, stroking my *juicy pussy*. They like it when I say that, the men who call. The more obscene my words the better.

Sometimes I stick my fingers in my mouth. Suck loudly and sloppily. Pretend that I’m choking on their cock. *You’re so big*, I tell them. *God, you’re just gonna split me in half, aren’t you?* They lap it up. I hear their breathing get faster, heavier.

For some of them – the ones who like to think they’re good in bed – I pretend to come. Loud and high-pitched and keening. I run a hand through my hair and let my voice go high enough to break. *Fuck,* I whisper, *oh fuck I’m coming.*

But I’m not. I’m curled up on the sofa in my pyjamas, usually. I’m making toast in the kitchen with the phone jammed between my shoulder and my ear. Sometimes I’m even playing video games, the volume muted, the only soundtrack my hushed profanity, my melodramatic screams. Read more »