Author: macktosh

Subbing In [FF] [D/s]

This story was an anonymous commission.

Contains: orgasm control, light dominant/submissive.

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“So,” Sonia said, running a finger along the rim of her wine glass. She glanced at the nearby diners in the soft-lit restaurant and lowered her voice to a murmur. “I had an idea for tonight.”

Clara smiled as she used her knife to saw off a piece of her steak. “Me too. Several, actually.”

A tiny shiver of excitement ran through Sonia, and she tried to stay focused. “I’m looking forward to them… but I was thinking we could play a game.”

“Oh?”

“If one of us is a big enough tease and makes the other impatient, the one who kept their composure gets to be… in charge.”

Clara’s eyebrows shot up as she chewed her bite of steak. The background murmur of the restaurant was the only noise for a few moments. “You want to be in charge?”

Sonia felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. “Well… the chance to be. I thought it would be fun to try something different for our anniversary.” Read more »

An Elf in Heat [FF] [MMF] [Fantasy]

Contains: F/F in the first half, a MM/F threesome in the second, somewhat rough sex, overwhelming arousal, begging, and some light domination.

This story was written for the following prompt: An elf woman is dragged before the orc chieftain. “Look, lady, I’m not sure what it’s like where you’re from, but you can’t just go running around naked propositioning people for sex around here.”

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“Well, you see, there are, some, hah, mitigating… circumstances…” the naked, squirming elf managed brightly, panting only a little. She was held off the floor of the tent by two brawny orcs who each held an arm and leg, their firm grips making her constant wriggling pointless.

“Mmhmm,” said the orc chieftain, crossing her muscular arms as she looked over the elf. She was gorgeous, in the thin, angular sort of way peculiar to fae. Shortish blond hair was made messy by her struggles and green eyes looked up at the chieftain with a mixture of hazy lust and shining goodwill. Her skin was tan but visibly flushed around her chest and neck, and the wetness painting her thighs made her state of arousal very clear. Read more »

A Familiar Client [FF] [BDSM]

This story was written for the following prompt: Everyone thinks I’m a sweet demure young woman and they probably believe that I’m completely naive and innocent about sex, since that is what I project… Little do they know that I have a side-job as a professional dominatrix. That is… until one of my friends accidentally booked my services…

Contains: gentle dominant/submissive, bondage, lots of consent.

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The first thought that went through my head when Linda opened the door was *Oh fuck, I thought this place looked familiar.* I’d been here twice before, but the little suburb house looked the same as practically every other building in this neighborhood. I couldn’t connect the hazy memories of parties with the address I had gotten until it was too late, too late.

As she stared at me, I could see the spark of recognition grow. I looked pretty different when I was doing this: my makeup more intense, my black hair put up in a tight bun, my clothes composed of a lot more leather than usual and the heels of my boots making me a few inches taller. Still, it was me. She knew my face, and I only had a few seconds before the question in her eyes turned into a shocked answer. I could run, or I could run with it. Read more »

A Paladin’s Vows [FF] [Fantasy]

This story was written for the following prompt: A sorceress wants to seduce her paladin bodyguard. The only issue is that her paladin bodyguard is also a woman and her oaths prevent her from having sex with other women.

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“Oh, by all the gods, let the place have a bath,” Alyssa moaned. “A week covered in filth is torture.”

Samarra sighed, tugging at the reins of their horse to direct them towards the small village inn’s stable. Alyssa sat sidesaddle behind her, fantasizing out loud about secluded hot springs and wondrous soap. Samarra had been through much worse in her training and a life outside city comforts. Her new ward, however, had not. Samarra was not used to having such talkative traveling companions, and in a little over a month together she had learned far more about the sorceress than she was really comfortable knowing. Alyssa was charismatic and childish, loved the luxuries of city living, was unreasonably beautiful, and Samarra was almost certain that Alyssa was trying to seduce her. And by Mordeth, it was trouble. The sorceress’s love of baths was legitimate, but it also provided her as many excuses as possible to be naked under the watchful eyes of her bodyguard. Samarra gulped at the memory of the first time it had happened – Alyssa throwing off her travel-stained clothes, revealing her supple, curvy body. She had smiled at Samarra and given her a look that she now recognized as come-hither before plunging into the creek by their campsite and scrubbing herself clean. She had watched Samarra with amusement as the paladin attempted to keep an eye on her without actually keeping an eye *on* her. Read more »

Tomboy Makeover [FFF] [Threesome]

This story was written for the following prompt: “A tomboy who is getting tired of being perceived as just another guy gets taught how to be more of a girly-girl by her female friends. Only… They end up taking things just a little too far…”

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“Ahh… ahh…” She sneezed explosively, making her two friends start away from her on the couch and giggle.

“Jeez, Alex, warn us next time,” Sophia said, grinning. Alex rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, but you’ve been tickling my face with those brushes for an hour. It’s been building up.” She reached up to wipe at her nose with the back of her hand, and both her friends let out exclamations of dismay, grabbing her arms. “What?”

“Use a Kleenex!” Victoria plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table, using it to clean the base of Alex’s nose.

“Oh.” Alex’s embarrassment grew, a soft flush blooming in her tanned cheeks. “See, this is why I need you and Sophie. I grew up with four brothers and a dad, nobody taught me this stuff.” Read more »

“I-I have to… you know… t-touch myself… five times a day… or else I start to have… symptoms…” she awkwardly confessed to her newly appointed roommate. [FF]

This story was written in response to the title, which was a prompt.

Part 1.

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Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”

“Shortness of breath… difficulty concentrating… increased blood flow… irrational decision-making…” It sounded like she was reading the warning label off the side of a pill bottle, and it took a second to click in Jessica’s mind. Read more »

New Roommate [FF] [Les] [oral]

This story was written for the following prompt: “I-I have to… you know… t-touch myself… five times a day… or else I start to have… symptoms…” she awkwardly confessed to her newly appointed roommate.

Part 1.

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Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?” Read more »