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…
Category: Stand-Alone Scenes
Polka Dots (Sinful Sunday)
He traces the polka dots on my skin with the tip of his tongue, Connecting them with long slow licks. He nuzzles against my curves, Bites down on my stretch marks, Kisses my laugh lines. When I was younger, And firmer, And smoother, And thinner, And all the other things young people are, I was…
Twenty Feet
This post was originally posted on my old blog, but I thought I would reshare it here in case you never read it. A nice man in the store-issued red vest measured it out for us. One foot, two, three. “How many feet do you want again?” he asked, a snake coiling in a pile…
Welcome Home
Daddy, you’re finally home. I’ve been waiting so long for you. Feels like forever. Do you like my outfit? *twirl* It’s that new lingerie set you bought for me, the cute black one with the leaves on it. The one with the garter belt and the little thong that I know you wanted to see…
Comparing Notes
“You weren’t very…discerning…in college, were you?” I smiled coyly and sipped the last of my rum and coke through a straw. It was early, so the restaurant and bar was still pretty empty, despite the dollar well drinks from 5 to 7. A few older men sat at the bar inside, but we were alone…
Cozy
“You didn’t tell me your friend’s place was…” I trailed off, looking around the massive marble-tiled entryway. I think my first apartment was smaller. Than the entryway. “I know.” You smiled at me, that same wicked smile that always made me melt. “It’s massive. And it’s all ours until she gets back from Japan tomorrow….