Erotica

Feast of Senses

Sound. Click-clack. Click-clack. Pause. A reprieve of sorts. Breathing out, silently. Cannot show fear. Click-clack. Click-clack. Scarlet stilettos systematically stabbing stained cellar surface. No escape from the tinge of blood. Fleeting silence again. It’s the silence I fear the most. Because it ends, invariably, in another click-clack, closer and louder. And here it comes. Click-clack. …

Punished

… Of course she put my shirt on. What it is it with women and stealing their partners’ comfy articles of clothing. Oh. Right. Exactly that. They have to wrap themselves into something that looks good but feels terrible to wear. Like a pretty wrapping on a present. You have to take the wrapper off …

Deep Inside

Content Warning: an erotic hypnosis session. If you are a talented hypnotic subject, you might feel more than you bargained for. The audio version of this post is after the text. Hi! Welcome to my corner of the universe. Have a seat, we will chill for a bit. Make yourself comfortable. Yes, I mean it. …

Plunge

There is nothing more dangerous than a person not wearing a mask. Forget Pennywise, forget The Joker, move aside The Chameleon. We know they are wearing a disguise to hide or to show off their villainous nature. But there is no defense against someone who is exactly as they appear to be. She was like …

Sharper

This little story was inspired by this Masturbation Monday prompt. “I hate circles!” She sounds adamant. I stopped circling her nipple for an instant, chuckled and resumed. “Why do you hate them, darling?” I stopped again, pinched her nipple between my thumb and index finger and pulled, waiting for an answer, slightly amused. She wiggled …