Trigger Warning: self harm
It started as a joke, a cute thing that he did to make her smile. They’d had a disconnected week, missed calls and texts, rescheduling dates, finally getting to be in each other’s arms on Friday night, tired and both a little unsure, their mutual absence making them both a bit skittish. They’d talked, shared some takeout, and lounged. He had spontaneously grabbed the pen and as she chuckled, scrawled a hasty “Yours” over his heart. A schoolboy moment, a sweet gesture. It had worked. She’d bitten her lip and straddled his lap and taken what he showed her was hers. Continue reading “Yours”
And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
“I want you to ‘Mrs. Robinson’ me. Let me be your ‘Benjamin Braddock’,” he smiles coyly, tossing a soft hank of blond hair off his forehead, adjusting his glasses. “Honestly. Teach me.” Continue reading “Summer School”
Continued from Smut Relay Part 2 – In Cahoots by Wriggly Kitty
The iron gate of the holding cell in the hull of the ship slammed shut behind them with a clang. Richard leapt towards Eleanor, encircling her in his arms, carefully holding her, avoiding the bruises and scrapes.
“Oh Elly, I’m so sorry … what did that animal do to you?” Continue reading “Smut Relay Part 3: Decisions, decisions”
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet.
“Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief.
“Never. Not once.” she shrugged and watched his bemused face.
“Wow. Well, do you want to?”
“Maybe … You first.” Her eyes stayed on his as his cheeks flushed. Continue reading “Mutual”
He turns his back to me, a smooth lake of milk, quivering in the moon light. The curtains move in the warm breeze and cast shadows across him, inky blue and fleeting. In my hand I hold an instrument of torture and I mean to hurt him, I do, as he’s begged me to, this man whom I love. I mean to make him break and buckle for me. Continue reading “Cosmic”
Every morning on his way to the train and every evening on his walk home, Edmond passed a beautiful statue in front of the courthouse in his town. Not surprisingly, it was a recreation of a classical style, a perfect modeling of Lady Justice as she is often depicted; statuesque, blindfolded, a sword in one hand, scales in the other. Continue reading “Elegant”
It was a good second date. He was less tentative, less shy, more willing to be taken and led, in conversation and in hand. Unlike the rainy afternoon of our first meeting, chaste and sweet as it was, tonight was balmy, the beginning of the beginning of something that looked like summer, complete with a cotton candy sunset and that hot blooded feeling when your body begins to forget winter. Continue reading “After”
“Darling, will you lace me up?”
She lifted the pale gold waves of hair at the nape of her neck and shivered as his fingers wound around the velvet ribbon crisscrossing up her back. She adjusted the front of the corset, breasts almost toppling out, and exhaled slowly as she felt the definition of the garment shape her torso under his diligent tugs. She could hear the focus in his breathing.
“Are you nervous?”
“About the show? A little.” His voice trembled slightly, betraying his anxiety.
“You’ll be great, you look amazing. So dapper!” She smiled at him over her shoulder and caught his eye. Continue reading “The Switch”
“Are you ready?” He calls out, “If we have to go we should at least be on time.”
He jingles his keys in his pocket, irritated by how long she’s taking. He checks himself out in the hall mirror. Unbuttons a second button, decides against it, buttons it back up. He checks his watch, rolls his eyes, takes her coat from the closet.
“Traffic is going to be murder …” his sentence slows to a stop as she skips down the stairs, barefoot, heels tucked under her arm, adjusting an earring.
She drops the shoes and shuffles into them.
“You look amazing.”
Traffic is suddenly the last thing on his mind.
Continue reading “An Evening Out”
“I’m tired,” she said softly, standing five foot and a bit in the door way, naked save for a loose college t-shirt, her lip pensively caught between her teeth.
“Come fuck me to sleep.” Continue reading “Worn Out”
Emerging from the subway to the rainy street, she popped her umbrella open and proceeded across the street and down the block. The dull grey of the day made the warm amber glow of the coffee shop all the more inviting and seeing him sitting near the back on a worn velvet sofa, reading the newspaper, made her heart speed up in her chest. He was such a pretty fellow, so gracious and unassuming. Continue reading “Coffee, extra cream”
His phone vibrated on the desk beside his laptop and he touched the screen to open her text. She often messaged him in the afternoons, leaving his mornings to him to be productive without her distracting words and images. Those snippets of her fed the hunger in him, both a blessing and a curse, as they both worked from home. The message was just an image: a pristine white counter with a single bottle of red nail polish. His heart raced. She must have known what this picture would do to him, and if so, her hunch was correct. Continue reading “Varnish”
“Well, that’s the last of it. We’re all moved in.” His grin was contagious and she found herself smiling into his chest as they hugged. They stood in that embrace, surrounded by boxes filled with all their worldly possessions, overtired and happy, a bit delirious with the stress of the day and the newness of their surroundings. The hug became a kiss, then more kisses, lips suddenly feverish with intent and fingertips fumbling with buttons and belt buckles. Continue reading “Moving Day”
The cotton gusset of my panties is drenched from our texts and I’m twitchy and eager when you appear, slightly pixelated at first, then crystal clear, on my lap top screen. I hover my mouse over the “camera on” button. Continue reading “Watching”
I gently reach over your hip to hold your twitching cock in my hand, soothing sounds dripping from my lips into your ear, easing you out of the dream that has you lurching and whimpering, and into consciousness. Continue reading “Bad Dream”
It is a wet, drizzly morning, so grey that the sunrise is essentially a non event. Still, things lighten and daylight creeps into the bedroom. Waking, she sits up and stretches, shivering slightly as she leaves the bed for the bathroom. Continue reading “Give and Take”