Story: Graceful. Provocative. Classy.

A lady doesn’t always play tennis on the tennis courts.

“…I groaned as her fingers swirled over my cock, pulling it gently as her thumb rubbed my purple tip. She applied calm strokes as she smiled into my expression, my frenzied lust stroked by her firm fingers on my cock…”

Flash Fiction: The Party Girl

A pantied man picks up a broken-hearted lady at a nightclub.

“…Her cries echoed with the glass dildo, the vibrator made her breathless. She wanted me in my lace teddy for some of our play, my chastity cage and nightie for some more…”

Flash Fiction: Masked Justice

Flash fiction about a sexy vigilante.

“…Naked, with a black eye mask and a red shoulder-length wig. He screamed: they both did, but the neighbouring rooms had heard screams and yells all night. We know she shocked them with a taser, using the period of their immobility to tie them up and gag them….”

Story: The key, the Pepsi and the chastity

A pornography shoot with a cum-eating, chastity-wearing man and a rather, wicked woman.

“….”He’s so big …” She cried loudly, more for the camera than for me. She glanced at my restrained cock, caged painfully in a clear plastic prison for her entertainment. His fierce grunts signified a barrage of cum being pumped into her pussy…..”

Story: Remote Control Punishment

A girl seeks to stop her arousal from becoming public.

“…The toy squealed and hummed, barely audible over the noise of the train as her month-long horniness boiled angrily inside of her. I watched her writhe and squirm, bouncing on the heels of her boots as her breathing became ragged…”

Story: Don’t tease a dominant

Olivia wanted to play; Olivia wanted to exhibit her new toy and Claire was the chosen victim. Claire never argued against the demands and confidence of her dominant playmates: neither in the bedroom or as a “volunteer” for the regular sadistic demonstrations. She never felt able to resist the offer of immovable binds of rope, or the furious hits of impact play; she longed to have her submissive tendencies explored and her bratty attitude punished.

Story: And she was…

I lowered my trousers, unfurling a condom down my shaft as clubbers walked past; a couple drunkenly videoed us on their smartphones. I cared not. She gasped into George’s cock, sliding past her gag reflex, as my dick opened her. She rubbed her clit as I pushed deep, holding the tops of her exposed waist.

Story: The Rose Queen

But while Nina looked virginal, the reality was anything but. She was a slut, a trollop and a prostitute. She was a vicious sadist who sought satisfaction by thrashing and humiliating her partners while charging them for the privilege. She was twisted and fiendish.

Story: A bit of beach fun

She had barely moved an inch since I arrived on the beach and I imagined her frolicking naked with me in the surf: the soft, red hair flowing behind her as she danced to a carefree tune. I imagined her falling onto me and sliding her mouth down my prick, sucking my cock with wanton abandon. I imagined her begging for sex until I filled her pussy with my manhood and pounded her with desperate fury until I filled her with my cum.

Flash Fiction Friday: Aimee’s Job

Forbidden Words: Money, Regret Extra Credit:  Tell us if you’ve ever paid for sex, on-line or off Bonus Words:  50 if you make her barely legal, barely My friend glanced up, my unfettered cock rising at the sight that befell my eyes. “Looks like you’re ready for me?” “Yeah,” I muttered, my heart pounding as …

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Story: Birthday Trouble

“Slovakian girls are even better,” she promised to him, causing his mouth to drool slightly. “We amazing … for a hundred pound each, I show you two hours of heaven. I’ll be two minutes.” She slid from her seat at our table and tottered to the toilets.

Story: Learning from the past

I may have been her first kiss at twelve, but the young naturist had had many lovers since that moment on the school trip to the butterfly sanctuary: her kaleidoscopic hair was a magnet to the winged creatures then, our tentative kisses broken by the fluttering of wings on her hair.

Story: Got Wood?

I loved those couples, his hand exposing her bare skin to the sky, caressing her tender bosom as I showered them with purple blossom. She would slide down his body, slowly kissing every inch of the bare-chested warrior. His trousers were a trivial obstacle, his underwear even less so, as her luscious tongue swept up and down his erect shaft. And then, as they sought to consummate their love, she would straddle his wood: firm and hard like my branches, but bringing her undeniable pleasure as she rode him to a guttural climax.

FFF: Come Back!

Those passionate meetings made me fly. While Albert rarely wanted sex, my lovers wanted it all the time. I was the tart of Tottenham, the harlot of Harringay and the strumpet of Southgate. Renowned for miles around, I was stealing more virginities than bikesheds and roller discos.

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But a lot of my words are written to stimulate. Sure, I like to weave in some of my twisted humour into my work, but what I write is to provoke you, my readers. And erotic writing is intended to cause blood to flow liberally to the nether regions.