Our children would have had beautiful eyes. Yours, dark and kind and filled with understanding. Softening when you catch my gaze. Crinkling with mischievousness when you tease me. Widening when you’re serious. Closing, tense, as you enter me and whisper, “fuck you are so tight.” Or mine, bright and blue and sparkling with adoration whenever…
Camping Trip
TW/CW: This story is erotic horror. More specific trigger warnings are in the tags like normal, but I wanted to do a specific warning since the beginning doesn’t necessary indicate that it’s going to be a spookier story by the end. If you aren’t into horror, feel free to skip this one or just stop…
Vulnerably Honest Relationships
When I first started my polyamory journey, I expected that we would all need to have extremely good communication. This has absolutely been true. Although… some days, when we’re discussing the consistency of my dog’s morning poop after she’d been sick, I think we communicate perhaps a little too much… But I digress. At first,…
Rough Day
I miss you. Leaving work now. Be home soon. Rough day, sorry I wasn’t around much to chat like normal. Your text doesn’t surprise me. Usually, we send messages back and forth throughout the day, but today my phone’s notifications have been quieter than usual. I wasn’t worried; it’s like that some days when you…
The Artist
Our satin sheets felt liquid as I slid into bed beside you and nestled against you. You rolled from your back to your side and scooped me closer. “What time is it?” you asked, your voice hoarse with sleep. “It’s late.” “Did you get your painting done?” “Yes.” My hands were raw from scrubbing, still…
I Met My Twitter Crush and Here’s What Happened…
“We were just supposed to write a story together…” In mid-November 2022, I put out a call on Twitter, looking for writing partners. I had this idea of writing the same erotica scene from two points of view, one a male dom and the other a female sub. Instead of writing both voices, I wanted…
All the Sides of Me Belong to You
You love me when I’m a brat, asking, “Is that all you got?” and daring you thrust harder. You spank me and I growl, “Harder,” and you don’t stop until I’m bruised with beautiful bite marks all over my body. It turns me on the next day, to see your paintings of desire all over…
Fear and Intimacy in Polyamory
As I’m writing this, it has been just over three months since I started down the super-weird-but-also-super-cool polyamory path with my husband Cash and my boyfriend W. (My *boyfriend*? I am 38 and have a *boyfriend* again? What the hell is my life???) I started writing a post about all the things I’ve learned so…
Good Girl
TW/CW: I usually add all a story’s potential triggers as tags you can review at the end of the post, but since this story includes knife play and a bit more pain than my normal stories, I decided to add an extra warning here. Please play safely and responsibly. I do include clear consent among…