If you’re new to this Wednesday post by Exhibit A see my introduction here. He’s in a dominant mood today and there’s some punishment about to be doled out. Enjoy. Stray Kat “Take them off.” Kathryn let my cock slip out of her mouth and propped herself up on the pillow. “Why don’t you take
Here’s another impressive piece of flash fiction (delicious femdom action this time) from Exhibit A who I introduced here. His blog is a mixture of erotica and sex blogging (I reckon he’ll fit right in here!) Personally, I find his erotica extremely hot. It can be filthy, raw and edgy – or tender and sexy – that’s
They’d been watching each other for weeks. She knew what he looked like naked: neat little nipples, smooth, nicely muscled chest, flat stomach with a delicious treasure trail running down to the light brown hairs surrounding his cock and balls. She knew his cock stood tall and high against said flat stomach. She knew how
Here’s an impressive piece of flash fiction from Exhibit A who I introduced here last week. His blog is a mixture of erotica and sex blogging (I reckon he’ll fit right in here!) Personally, I find his erotica extremely hot. It can be filthy, raw and edgy – or tender and sexy – that’s a pretty
“I haven’t had any panties on all day…” she whispered in his ear as she walked past him trailing her hand across his shoulders. “You little minx.” He murmured, slowly lowering the document he was reading. Setting it down on the hall table, he placed his briefcase on the floor. Loosening his tie he followed
I see you. You walk in the door like you own the place. Once you catch my eye I can’t seem to look away. I take a small sip of my coffee, playing with the teaspoon, and it clatters against the wooden table top startling me. I drop my eyes. They rest on the sparkling
As intimacy develops, it becomes harder to write about. Solitude-induced thoughts are all very well put out into the world but when someone becomes more than a bit-player in your life, it feels like a betrayal to let anyone else in on your secrets. Details become precious rather than disposable. It is not your story
I am waiting. The air on my skin is warm but anticipation has pebbled my skin and tightened my nipples until they are hard, aching points. Shifting slightly on the chair, I feel the rope graze deliciously against my wrists and ankles. My head falls back as I exhale. Legs spread wide open, I can
I have never felt this way before. As I type, I can recall saying these words in the past; almost exclusively after spending all night talking with someone who became more. But this is not like that. Instead, I am experiencing something new. From our first kiss, the sex has been better than any I
I walk into our apartment to find him sat in a chair facing the window. He has taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The city lights are laid out before us; he has fucked me many times pressed against that window. I know he likes the view. He turns his head towards
Lead me away from the crowd, from their prying eyes. Then take me. Possess me. On the tiles. On the chill of the bathroom floor. Bring your hands to my knees. Spread me open. Spread me shamelessly wide. Expose it all. The ebony netting encasing my slender thighs. The lattice framing the nakedly wanton sex
Tonight he would be hers. He’d been looking at her for weeks. His gaze roving over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Those dark blue eyes resting on her tempting lips – glittering with want – but he still hadn’t done anything about it. Each night she’d gone home to her
“I love it when you grab my ass like that.” She whispered in his ear. “You mean like this?” He responded taking her in an even firmer hold. Her bottom was round and bountiful, more than a handful really, even for his big hands. But the way he took hold of it made her feel
Naked, she stands facing the white wall, dark, long hair falling down her back in thick waves. The wall is cool, soothing against her burning skin. Her hand rests by her head, fingers opening and closing with anticipation. Rocking her body slightly, her tight nipples rub and grind on the hard surface – such delicious
She is panting already. She has no self control where he is concerned. Legs spread over his, she revels in the beautiful ache that is building between them. Her eyes are fastened on his hand down her panties. His thumb rests on her tanned stomach while the rest of his fingers have slipped beneath the
His eyes are closed. That beautiful face turned towards me, tilted back slightly in supplication. I feel a tender ache in my chest as I look at him; at once so strong and so vulnerable in his nakedness. The water laps against his tight abs and my eyes roam over his damp broad chest. Legs
A crystal glass filled with whiskey is my favourite way to drink. There is something about the burn, all the way down into your stomach, that just makes me feel… well, kind of empowered. Match that with my best silk dressing gown – and nothing underneath – that makes an evening in the house alone
I perch myself beside him on the sand, careful not to get any in my shorts. I’m sitting stiffly, in the desperate hope that I’m going to emerge from this spontaneous midnight outing sand-free. The ocean is a pitch black nothingness, marked only by the white froth of the waves crashing thunderously on the shore.
The rope feels delicious on her skin; rough against her softness. Every movement sends shocks of pleasure between her legs – the abrasion only emphasising her excitement. Bound and spread open, she is on display for him. Her eyes are closed as instructed. She loves knowing he can see all of her, nothing is hidden.
You must know. You must. You must know by now just how my body craves you, just how maddening and intense my hunger for you. I hear your voice, my gaze falls upon your face and your body, and my cunt betrays me each and every time, releasing the flood with the sound of your
I stand still. Blindfolded. Waiting. The two glasses of wine that I drank with my colleagues half an hour ago flow through my body. I feel reckless and free. Losing my sight has heightened my other senses. I listen to the laughter and music coming from the staff Christmas party down the hall; the distant
I can’t seem to blink, never mind stop looking. I can’t stop watching your hand and your cock and the things your hand is doing to your long, thick beautiful cock. Oh god. That is so hot. Every glide and sweep, up and over the head. I feel it between my legs. I am beginning
It was one of those sultry night you really don’t get often enough to waste in cooking so we ended up in a bar eating pizza and playing pool. Pool is a good game for us. We’re both so appallingly bad that one game can last all night. We get our money’s worth. From where
He has become lodged the swirl of my mind. One night of casual affection, without any sex, and he somehow caught onto the branch marked, ‘desire’, and in doing so forced it to blossom. Forced is too harsh a word. It was not a deliberate or hungry attempt; he did not push himself on me
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