Sir helped me lie back down. My cunt was sore from all the cocks I had taken, but it was a good soreness. It reminded me of how well I had done. My body was humming with need though, desire flowing like molten lava through my veins. I needed relief and I was eager for the women to have their turn with me. (more…)
“Are you ready for the next experiment, my pet?” Sir caressed my back as he spoke.
I shivered. The first experiment had been good, great even. But I wasn’t sure I was able to take it to the next level.
“I don’t know, Sir,” I said. “I’m not sure I’m strong enough.”
Sir kissed my neck. “You are very strong, baby. You just need to find your strength.” (more…)
This is the second part of a series of stories about a Dom testing his sub. You can read the first part here.
I lay on the bed, clad in only sheer stockings. I shivered, but not from cold. I could hear voices on the other side of the door, Sir’s voice easily recognisable. Tonight was the first part of the experiment and I was excited. Nervous as well. Since starting my relationship with Sir, I’d never been sexually intimate with anyone other than him. (more…)
It’s been a while since I’ve posted any erotica short stories on my blog, so here’s a flash fiction piece I’ve felt like writing for some time. Hope you enjoy it! (more…)
This story was written for the Wicked Wednesday meme. The prompt was Fantasy. I have written about sexual fantasies before and how sometimes your fantasies are not at all what you’d like in reality, but this particular fantasy is something I’d love in reality. It would be so amazing to be able to relax like this. Not that this particular fantasy would ever happen, but that’s why it’s a fantasy, right? (more…)
“This isn’t going to hurt a bit,” she whispers in my ear.
I know she is lying, but I don’t care. The thought of being hurt sends shivers down my spine. Shivers of excitement. (more…)
“Don’t touch yourself,” Gary said before he left. “Don’t masturbate when I’m away, no matter how horny you get. I will reward you for it when I get home. It will be worth it, I promise.”
Fool that I am, I agreed to it. I didn’t think it would be hard; after all, I don’t masturbate that much and he was only going to be away for a week. How hard could it be? (more…)