Content Labels: Sexual Content
Fuck me like I'm your sweetheart -
...Tell me I'm pretty and you love me.
Fuck me like I'm your dirty little secret -
...Cover up the shame and guilt with whispers and hurry.
WARNING - Some of my fiction may involve adult situations, nudity, sex, BDSM, even taboo. Do not read them if you are squeamish about any of these. Labels are used to group themes; I suggest checking the Label Guide tab below.
Content Labels: Sexual Content
Fuck me like I'm your sweetheart -
...Tell me I'm pretty and you love me.
Fuck me like I'm your dirty little secret -
...Cover up the shame and guilt with whispers and hurry.
Content Labels: Dubious Consent, Drug Use, Sexual Content
He held out his hand, one small orange pill on his palm. A bottle of water was in his other hand; he wouldn't give it to me until the pill was in my mouth. This morning's bottle lay empty in the trash bin, I had drained it hours ago. I kept trying to make the water last, but the pills made my mouth dry, and I couldn't help but drain them quickly.
"I don't need the pills. I'll be good, I promise. I'll do what you want." The truth is, the things he did to me when I was drugged... I enjoyed them. I wanted to do them. I wanted to be able to participate, to do those things on purpose. I would show him. I knelt in front of him, reaching for the button of his pants eagerly. But he stepped back, out of my reach, denying me. "Please, let me..." I crawled forward on my knees, hating how pitiful I sounded, but he just stepped back again.
Content Labels: Violence, Nudity, Bondage, Explicit Sexual Content
She stepped into the room, still pulling her ponytail taut, hair damp from the shower. Her bare feet stepped onto the tatami mats covering the floor, and the cuffs of her white canvas pants brushed against her ankles as she bowed into the room. The heavy white material hung gently, and was matched by a white jacket above. The uniform was crisp, new. But the black belt that tightly cinched it showed some wear. It was a bit faded and hung loose. It had once been as dark as the black eyes that looked back at the door, eyes that shone now with anticipation.
She shut the door behind her, a small click marking her movement to lock the handle. Turning to face the room, she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she looked over the practice space. She noted that all her equipment lay where she had placed it. But though she looked all around, her true focus was on the figure in the center of the room.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Explicit Sexual Content
I want to sass you, taunt you,
So you're motivated to win me over.
I want you to grab me by the throat
And tell me how to behave.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Beat me thoroughly
to exhaust my body.
Exhaust my body
to quiet my thoughts.
Quiet my thoughts
to free my mind.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Nudity
“Thanks for coming; see you next time!” I hugged my friends and watched them head for the door. There was only one guest left to see gone, and then I planned to collapse on the couch for the rest of the evening.
And here he was. Ready to leave, he gave me a hug that lasted just a little longer than most. It felt good to be held in strong arms. And of course, it didn’t hurt that he always smelled nice - nothing strong; just enough to catch when you’re all up close. Perhaps it was some sort of beard balm? A warm scent, it made me think about snuggling… and more. We’d been friends long enough to share more than a few snuggles, and some heavy flirting here and there, but had never quite gotten around to anything more, though we’d agreed it could happen someday.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Three bottoms with their heads together in a corner… It should be a sight to terrify the tops they are planning to scene with. Two of them planning furiously, the third listening to them thoughtfully.
“Okay, so how do we set up an interrogation scene? The tops will need some information or something to get out of us. We need to motivate them to really want to get us to answer, not just beat on us for the fun of it.”
Content Labels: Mythical Creatures, Explicit Sexual Content, Death
She sang her loneliness into the night sky. The pain, the longing to be with another, welled up within her and escaped as sound, plaintive and tremulous. Wordless sound echoed off the water, rising and falling with the waves, mixing with the wind as it blew. More than a hum, less than a cry, she let the sound pour out of her, carrying with it her desire for connection, for love, for tenderness.
And an answer returned to her. She could feel where the song touched and wrapped around a small boat, anchored in the dark sea. A lone fisherman, sleeping in his boat, his nets waiting for the first hint of light. The boat bobbed gently on the water, the sound of the waves splashing against it forming a counterpoint to her song. It seemed as though the waves themselves were pushing the boat toward her, offering the boat as a gift to her.
Content Labels: Explicit Sexual Content
A knock on the door. This is it; no going back now. I open it, and there you stand. It’s been so long since we last played. How can I have forgotten just how tall you are? And how sexy that confident grin of yours is? I open the door, gesturing you in. I could be inviting you in for a meal together, or to play cards. But I’m not; we’ve already negotiated what we’ll be doing.
Closing and locking the door, I open my mouth to say hello, and you reach out, putting a finger on my mouth. Just a finger. “Don’t talk at me; I don’t want to hear it. Lead the way to the bedroom.” Raising an eyebrow, I feel the smirk on my face - it’s fun being told what to do. So sexy, with your voice full of absolute confidence that you’re in charge. Especially when what you’re ordering is exactly what I want to do anyway. So I turn around and saunter toward the bedroom, hearing you follow behind me.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
The boy wiggled his black-painted nose. The makeup Ma’am had put on him itched a little. And when he shook his head, he could feel the ears on the headband flopping around. But the white onesie he wore was warm and fuzzy. And the way Ma’am was petting him, rubbing down his back, felt so nice.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
an Hamilton fanfic
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
“Call me Son one more time!”
There was silence for a moment while Alex faced off with Daddy W. His outburst was unwelcome, but not uncharacteristic. He quickly backed down, turning his eyes to the floor and awaiting Daddy W’s reaction.
Content Labels: Explicit Sexual Content, Mythical Creatures
Emily stopped to stare. He was a lovely monster. The sculptor had given him thick heavy muscles on a large frame. Wings curled forward to create a shelter for anyone brave enough to seek it. His face was inhuman, but far from repulsive. Horns topped his head just behind feline ears. He snarled over his shoulder, exposing tiny sharp fangs.
On impulse, Emily climbed onto the gargoyle's platform, ducked under his wings, and fitted herself into his arms. She imagined he was protecting her… or was he stealing her away? She wrapped her arms around his stone body; she let her hands feel down his back to cup his buttocks and hard thighs. Wait, how had she not noticed before now that the statue was naked? Surely he had worn a loincloth before? She confirmed very thoroughly that there was no loincloth now.
Caught up in her own musings, she melted out of his arms to kneel before the statue. She wrapped both hands around the perfectly-carved stone member, which was partially erect, and tentatively licked the stone tip. It tasted… salty? Before she could talk herself out of it, she carefully wrapped her lips around it. Her mouth watered, soaking it, and she leaned in, taking as much into her mouth as she could handle.
Tears came to her eyes as a hard hand cradled the back of her head, and a gravelly voice said, “Well this is an unexpected awakening. I suspect I shall keep you.”
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
He held up another toy and set it on the table, cocking an eyebrow at me. I answered him, “You don’t want to use that toy on me. You know it makes me fight.”
“I like it when you fight.” He gave that low chuckle that I love, the one that promised a lot of fun to come.
“Last time I kicked you in the balls,” I pointed out. “You say you’re not a masochist, but…”
He held up a hand, looking at me with a warning in his expression. “That was on me; I got in range.”
“So you know I’ll do it again?” I asked. We played this game a lot, but it was still fun to make sure the lines were drawn in the same place. I could fight back as much as I was able, after he fastened me however he wished. My secret? I was better at getting out of restraints than he was at putting me in them.
“Only if I don’t stop you,” he answered. “You think I can’t stop you?”
“I don’t know if you will. I think you like it. So let me ask you… are you wearing a cup tonight, Sir?”
He leaned in very close, and in a soft whisper, he challenged me… “Find out.”
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
You kneel, an offering. I trail my fingers along your shoulder, your neck. Already, I want to consume you, fill myself up with you. But I’ll settle for a taste.
Slowly, I lace my fingers into your hair and roll your head to one side, exposing… well.. everything. I breathe on your neck, watching the skin pebble. Letting my lips tickle over you, you’re already squirming. Your breath comes in pants, and I hear a small whine in your throat.
I take in the smell of your skin, your small noises. I hum just loud enough for you to hear it. My teeth graze down your throat toward your shoulder. Your breath catches and you whimper. That’s the spot, where you really… really… want me to bite. I settle there, opening my mouth so far it already aches.
Taking a deep breath, my mouth filled with the taste of your skin, I slowly… oh so slowly… sink my teeth in. Clamping down, as if to pick you up and carry you away. I close my jaws until it must hurt, but you moan, a deep uncontrolled roll of sound that vibrates up through my jaw. I continue closing until that moan fades and I can feel the panic threaten, then let off just a hair. I hold you there, feasting on you. When I can’t breathe, can’t think, I slowly release you, holding you as you collapse to the floor, my arms wrapped around you.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Nudity
“I know this is your first scene, so we’ll take it slowly, and we can stop at any time, okay?” he says.
I don’t know how to do this. Negotiations, they call it. I don’t know how to answer the questions he asks about what I want and don’t want, where my boundaries are. But I know I want to Do A Thing. I want to be a part of this new world I’ve found, this BDSM community. Kink. I blush just to say the world, but that’s not going to stop me.
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Sometimes being a brat will get you everything you want… and deserve…
So there I was, at my first kink convention, ready to try Everything. But wouldn’t you know it? My dominant - my owner and guide and boyfriend… my D - didn’t feel well. We were only going to be here for half a day, and even that needed to be calm and easy. I probably wouldn’t even get so much as a spanking.