Beccal was excited to use her homemade slime on her first client as a sex worker. She gathered it all in a brand new Tupperware container and then set about to get ready. She went to her one closet in her studio apartment - as soon as the door opened, a mountain of clothes spilled out. “Ooof,” Beccal lamented and started searching through her assortment of clothes. Settling on a skintight latex mini-dress. She went to the...

“... And for Channel Six-Seven News, I’m Phrixos Greenberg, Good news and Good night!” Backing the anchor chair up, Phrixos stood up and stretched his long, lean 5 '10” body. He ran his hands over his dark curly hair, and stubbly chin. His body stood crumbled yet a once pristine portrait of professional journalism, with suspenders, creased pants and jacket, classic black on white ensemble. He grabbed his suit jacket and o...

The sun was naked in the sky, like a slut, rays spreading open across the gray blue sky. It was still ice-cold and below freezing outside. The sun was being a fucking tease - as usual, Hatsuyuki Ramos thought to himself. He both loved and hated when the sun was a slut like this, spinning his mind like some street pick-up trick. His hope made him easy pickings, as he fell for it every time. Swearing under his breath, he du...

The text came through when Cyrilla was on her way home from work and stuck in traffic. It was from Beneficence. Hard day. Not sure what else to say about it. She hummed, smiling lightly, knowing and appreciating him texting this much. She knew Beneficence struggled with alexithymia pretty severely. And they’d been together six years, and worked together so that he could at least type out something like this, and given eno...

Sucking the squirt from Strife’s thighs Barely holding in my own horny sighs Void-eyes dilating as I look out And wonder -- What were we fighting about? ….oh, right... I Spite-fucked A demon His name was Pain (Sadomasochism, his favorite game) And… while I reached for the knife and slid its kiss between my thighs ...Mmm, I got so wet, that I stained the whole bed Pain leaned in close, offering me a collar of scars Meeting...

As the Succubus sat in this small town club, shadows veiled her face and every action - the epitome of decadent discretion - staring at the most delicious dancer in the room. The woman commanding the dance floor had been at it for hours and she wasn’t even tired. Slowly the Succubus’s gaze devoured the way the music was caressing every curve of her body like a seduction. All 666,000 nerve endings of the Succubus were stan...

The air in town smelled like roasted cherries. It was a scent more suited for mid-Summer like July or late spring, like May or Early June right before it becomes summer. But it was neither of those times. It was slap-fucked in the crack of late December. Frost laced all the windows like some persistent lover, clingy and elegant. The small town where Hattie lived was filled with shabby shacks of crumbling brick and banged...

Aidan Klaus was waiting for LaMeeka to finish getting dressed. He looked at his watch, tapping his foot. “You know my parents will be more pissed off that we’re late than if your shoes match your cardigan or not, right?” he called up the stairs. “I’m almost ready … I have to find my other earring. You haven’t seen it, have you?” she asked, poking her head from around the wall at the top of the stairs to look down at him....

Dr. Sloan was driving us across the country to visit my polycule. She was the closest thing I had to a Caregiver. In this day and age, a Kinky Lifestyle Little like me couldn’t be picky. The State had a huge nation-wide curfew on travelling this time of year. Dr. Sloan had connections. Dr. Sloan, who told me, many times, to call her by her first name, Lakshmi, had to make one simple phone call and all was taken care of. S...

“I’m so alone, I’m sick of scrolling past the same lost eyes and sad faces on this damn app, come rescue me and we can go to a haunted house tonight,” Oxy said into the phone which lay next to his head on the pillow. “You realize how short notice this is? How do you know I’m not already out?” “If you were already out, you wouldn’t have picked up the damn phone. C’mon, Tazon, let’s do something! It’s fucking Halloween. I’m...

My heart doesn't love right It yearns and aches edging itself with tears Waiting to be loved back In the Time Zone of "Unrequited Always" For Months ...sometimes Years Sometimes Longer. Like Forever. *** Never the dream And barely the fantasy Always outside everyone’s - Risk profile - Boundaries - Kink Limits - Comfort Zone - Politics - Orientation - Geographical Location - Patience - Lifestyle Choice - Aesthetic Preferen...

"Count your stripes." The Dominatrix stroked her whip, gazing at the kneeling submissive. "Ten, Mistress, I count ten." "Good girl. That is your allotted orgasm ration for the year. Use them wisely. You know the price if you want more." "Thank you, Mistress." "You've bled for me, Now, you belong to me. Your allotment will be added to the Ledger. As a member of this House, your marks are to be visible at all times." Using...

I was in college. It was a state college, with everything that came with it: wild parties, sororities and fraternities, and random people who were assigned to be your roommates. It was also summer. I stayed on during the summer to take summer classes for a very silly and sad reason. I wanted to have access to the internet. I didn’t have it back home, you see, and going home for the summer meant a lot of boredom and restle...

The slate gray of this timeline was exactly the reason why HQ sent him here. He had to be Johnny Appleseed. He had to sow seeds of purpose in the nooks and crannies of timelines like this. That was his mission, as an Algorithm Adept. Sometimes being a chaos mage with a marketable libido was a blessing and a curse for the amount of work he had to do. But someone had to do it. Finding an unmarked back alley in this Wastelan...

Brooks was at his wit’s end, between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options. He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies. And then waited. He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house, trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping...