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Erotic flash fiction: The Tenderness She Deserves
She leaned against the kitchen counter. “I feel empty, hollowed out, like there is no joy in the world.” She stared at the coffee in her mug. “I’m… not good.” “In what way?” He asked. “Just…” She clenched her jaw. “I’m a nightmare. Toxic. I’m not good.” Tears burned at the corners of her eyes.…
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Short erotic fiction: Coming Home, Part 2
It was a long moment before I let His words register. Achingly slow, they seeped into my consciousness, like molten metal into a delicate mold. Now I’m going to take mine.
anal, coming home, degradation, femsub, humiliation, maledom, mmf, pain, piss, punishment, sex slave, slavery
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Erotic short fiction: A Special Sybian, Chapter 4
A special toy, for a special kind of torture.
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Erotic flash fiction: Punish Me, Please
“I’d like you to punish me, please.” I stood in the doorway to his office.
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Erotic flash fiction: To Satisfy the Need
The first rays of morning filtered through the curtains, and a craving edged along my skin.
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Erotic short fiction: A Special Sybian, Chapter 3
A special toy, for a special kind of torture.
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Erotic short fiction: Predator and Prey, Chapter 1
My phone buzzed. Wear a skirt tonight. Just reading the words on the screen sent little shivers of pleasure crawling down my spine.
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Erotic short fiction: Implements of Destruction
“Ah, good choices,” he said, in that characteristically cool tone of voice. I blushed a little, laying down the four implements in front of him. “And these are your favorites?” he asked. He picked up the cane and swished it.
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Erotic short fiction: Reminding Her of Who She Is
As soon as he shut the front door behind us and we were safely back inside of our own house, he grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around, slamming me against the wall. Pressed there between his body, my breath caught. Sometimes I forget how much bigger and stronger he is. His lips traced across…
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Short Erotic Fiction: The Best Ideas, Chapter 3
The other parts of this story can be found here. Brian’s extension flashed on my phone, and immediately my heart was in my throat. “Hey, Martina,” he said from the other end of the receiver. “Hi.” Even that one word sounded too breathy. You are a ridiculous slut, you know that?
