I want you to tell me. I don’t know who you are, or if you’re even real. If you exist, somewhere, in the world, in my world. I don’t care. I want you to tell me. Tell me it’s time. After hours of waiting and surges of wanting, its time. I can touch myself, but… Continue reading Tell Me
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Write Me a Story
“Write me a story,” he says. “Something you haven’t written before. Something hard, something that makes your stomach churn and sink at the thought of hitting ‘send.’ Write something honest, something hard, something real. Write something for me.” For him. Laying in the bed, sheets tangled and twisted around my legs, the light tinting my… Continue reading Write Me a Story
Flash Fantasies
Flash. Blindfolded. Rough hands, touching gently, then grasping hard enough to pull the gasp from my lips. Then nothing, absence. Cool, metal, keen and sharp. Lips parted. Oh. Pressure, there. A small burn, then warm, wet, lips drinking the blood pooling on the surface of my skin. Shivering, cold where they drank me in. I would give… Continue reading Flash Fantasies
Erotic Fiction: Wanting What You Haven’t Had
Majority of the erotic writing I do is nonfiction. Even when it's not a direct transcription of “here's the sexy thing that happened,” it's usually based pretty strongly in something that has happened, with minor amounts of extrapolation to fill in the details. I write what I know, what I have experienced, what I can… Continue reading Erotic Fiction: Wanting What You Haven’t Had
Boys in Suits
I like the thought of you wanting me like this, dressed up in a suit and tie and my chest flattened down and a silicone cock making a soft bulge in these well-ironed pants. I like thinking about your face, straightening my tie before we go with that hint of a smirk playing at the… Continue reading Boys in Suits
Monomaniacism 