Category: Kink of the Week
All the way down
I knew it was a thing for him. I knew it was a want, maybe even a need, a craving. We’d shared some kinks and proclivities as we started to slowly explore each other’s secrets and inner monologues. We’d spent …
What I mean when I tell you to fuck me
The Kink of the Week topic is fucking. Ooof. I could say so much, and yet, fucking needs almost no introduction, so read on to learn exactly what I mean when I tell you to fuck me …
Friday Flash Fiction: (Ziegfeld) Folie à Deux
“You know what your problem is?” she exhaled a soft blue plume of smoke and stubbed out her cigarette on the edge of her saucer, swigging back the last of her tea with a zeal and authority that made me …
Silver Tongue
pretty words from pretty lips falling fast like rain fingertips on eager hips I’ll make you wait again you won’t know when it’s coming but you’ll know when it arrives the squeal of steel, the rush of blood careening …
Odaxelagnia
I have always been a biter. As a kid my fingernails were gnawed to bloody stumps, my pens and pencils were dented with tiny teeth marks, I am attracted to certain food not for their taste but strictly for texture. …