The Old Hunger

October 25, 2022 Stories Comments (4) 206

A Story of Magic and Monster Fuckery

It’s almost Halloween, which means it’s the season for Monster Romance and Fuckery! At first, I wanted to write another installment of Craving the Crop, but my brain refused cooperation. It wanted this: a morally gray warlock, a werewolf, an eldritch abomination and one hapless human right in the middle. Fun!

This story contains monster fuckery, horror elements/body horror, magic, knots, spit, restraints, dirty talk, and graphic sexual content.

Title graphic for sexy short story The Old Hunger showing te outline of trees against the glowing full moon

 

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Craving the Crop

February 15, 2022 Stories Comments (5) 1122

A Masters of The Manor story

The Manor is having a Valentine’s Masquerade! It’s Callie’s first time at the exclusive kink club, and when she collides with a masked, sexy stranger, she jumps at the opportunity to feel his crop against her skin and explore one of her secret fantasies.

This story contains elements of D/s, impact play, and graphic sexual content.

 

Title graphic for sexy short story "Craving the Crop", a Masters of The Manor story, showing man in jeans with a riding crop grabbing the bottom of a woman wearing lingerie and garter belt

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Flesh Fiction: Blindfold

August 8, 2018 Stories Comments (0) 2081

Flesh Fiction: A series of very short fiction (or flash fiction).

 

“I want your trust,” he’d said before placing the blindfold above her eyes. It was not just a shawl, but one of those thick, padded leather eye patches that blocked out even the last ray of light, and it was secured with straps making it impossible to slip. Then he took her hand and led her into the room where the others awaited her.

June didn’t know who they were, or how many. Every step on Ronald’s hand led her deeper into darkness, until at last he made her stop. Over the racing beat of her heart, she tried to pick out the number of people in the room by their breathing. Someone sucked in air against their teeth on her right side. To the left, an appreciative hum. The shuffle of feet in front off her, and the rustle of clothes. She was at the center of attention, and she could feel it on her skin like sunlight.

Ronald’s fingertips brushed up from her wrist, never quite leaving her as he reached for the bow of her neckholder dress and pulled it loose. The dress whispered to the floor, slipping off her form like a veil pulled back and revealing her to invisible eyes.

June gasped, her lower belly clenching as she was left in nothing but her knickers and high heels, a delectable treat for them to devour. Goosebumps crawled across her skin, shivers chasing over her as Ronald’s lips brushed hot against her ear. His husky voice filled her to the brim with a want too big to hold.

“Serve,” he rasped, a wet, dark command that vaporized on her skin as he stepped back and she sunk to her knees.

She wanted them all, wanted them hard in her mouth, wanted them to fill her like a cup and turn her devotion into liquid bliss for Ronald to drink up.

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The Witch

December 11, 2017 Stories Comments (0) 5736

The holidays are upon us! As a little (early) gift, I have a short story for you: The Witch, a w/w fairytale retelling with a sprinkle of horror on top of it. It’s the fairytale Penelope reads in Penelope’s Choice: A retelling of Hänsel and Gretel with a twist (and adult protagonists, in case you’re wondering). But I must warn you: There’s explicit content ahead (I mean, what else do you expect from erotica, really), and a little bit of gore.

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