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.
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: 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.”
My latest anthology, Hot Flashes, is now available on Amazon at tinyurl.com/hotflasheserotica - I have twelve pieces of my own in this one, and I edited the book. It's been a ten-month project that I'm thrilled to have completed!
It includes all the pieces tagged here with the label 'Hot Flash', as well as excerpts from a few pieces with the 'Kink Me' label.
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.
The door to the tavern opened wide, letting a little snow blow in. The bartender paused in his cleaning, opening his mouth to yell, as he had done repeatedly through the night, “Come in quick or get out, but shut the door!” But he only got as far as “Come in…” before trailing off. That in itself being enough to draw the attention of a few patrons, used to his shouting.
Looking toward the now-open door, they saw a giant step in. A small giant, but nothing less would describe him. Ducking under the door-frame that even most half-orcs would find no danger to their noggin, a strapping-large man held the door open with one massive blue-grey hand. His uniform spoke to a military background, though no one inside would recognize the heraldry. He looked around, making eye contact with several people as he checked the room. He wore a well-seasoned set of armor, and a spear was held in his other hand.
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.
written by Paul
“God bless you, merry gentleman! May nothing you dismay!”
I was pretty sure I weren’t gettin’ the words quite right, but I had the tune. And that, wi’ my best innocent face, had been enough to get me a penny here or a copper there. If I could fill my pockets, then I’d be able to fill my belly soon, too. I stamped my feet wi’ the music, tryin’ to warm ‘em. I hadn’t been able to feel ‘em for some hours now.
Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Karl checked the burial register one last time. It was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, and the undertaker. It was signed by the chief mourner - one Ebenezer Scrooge, the deceased’s business partner. Karl watched Scrooge look over the body of his partner one last time. It was hard to say which of the men was colder - the one lying in the coffin, or the one removing the pocket watch and cufflinks from the body with a sneer and putting them into his own pocket. Satisfied that nothing of value would be put in the ground with the body, Scrooge waved his hand at the lid, giving his permission to close the coffin up.
Rachel frowned at the paper in front of her as if it had given her insult. Perhaps it had, for the columns of writing she had on it were haphazard, with much crossing-out and lines drawn between them. “Fred, darling,” she called out. “Fred, do come here a moment.”
“What is it, my dear? I shall be late if I’m not out the door in a single moment.” Her husband careened around the corner, struggling to arrange his cravat. With a sigh, Rachel put down her ink quill and stood, reaching for the knot.
“It’s only your singers today, isn’t it? That bunch of cads and errant gentlemen?” Rachel teased him gently. “Your tame audience is what they are, ready to listen to you orate.” Giving the knot a twist, she added, “Just so, there it is. You look dashing.”
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM
Content Labels: Kink & BDSM