
Category: Stories



Fullness of Form
It’s been ages since I’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm. Mostly it’s been a splintered pleasure where I cum while half in my body and half outside it, a single toy under the blankets, an ear perked up listening for chirps from the digital door. A gilded cage is what it felt like, the past few weeks I shared a gilded cage with others.



House Hunting
“Tell me what you want and I’ll make sure my wife gets it for you.”
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Locking Up
At the agreed upon hour, I heard a knock on my door. I grab you by the belt buckle and lead you inside.
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Teach Me to Talk
We were sitting on either side of his couch watching Yellowstone while hella stoned. At some point I stretched my body like a golden cat in the afternoon sun and my cold soles touched his thigh.
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Never Have I Ever
I’d never done anything like this before and my heart thumped nervously in my chest as I pulled into the parking lot. After battling with self doubt and uncertainty, I released a long sigh and loosened my grip on the steering wheel.
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Public Tease, 2
When it rains, I always consider canceling plans. Water can soothe or smother, and I don’t like thinking about traction. Thankfully, today I didn’t cancel. I braved the cold and rain to play some public games.
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The Painted Lady
As the man taps, taps, taps, gray falls away, revealing a roaring orange flame. Footsteps approach as he raises the cigarette to his lips.
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Dreamscape
You were breaking glow lamps so that we could carry the light. Shattered glass bounced beneath us in different colors like fireworks on the floor.
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Killing Time
Their first night together was nothing like she imagined. She spent most of the night with eyes closed wishing him to touch her.
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The Elixir of Life
Listen as I sing in the shower, listen as water washes away traces of our desire. Inhale the fragrance of my bodywash as it snakes through the air, lingering like smoke in the atmosphere.
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Double Trouble
Fantasy and reality are finally colliding. Is this what it feels like to be fully alive? To live in my body instead of warring with myself in my mind?
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the back of your neck, the small of your back
After lunch we sat in his car and talked some more. We had been gone for hours, but it felt like minutes.
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Public Tease
“I started training again this morning. I’m all full of testosterone and sensual thoughts,” his text lit up my screen.
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something carved out
The sky was gray this morning, but I conjured him in color. The shape of his shape. The taste of his taste. The lines of lust drawn red by faceless faces in placeless places.
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My Favorite Thing
My favorite thing about him is how I lose track of time when I’m with him. I get lost with him and his immense need for touch. Not just sexual touch, but gotta-be-near-you touch.
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Date With the Devil
“Come to a work event with me. I need arm candy.”
There was a time when I would freak out about whether or not a guy would text back. And what his lack of response might mean. And all my feelings of self worth were affected by this.
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Lust at First Tie, 2
Read MoreIt’s 2AM and I smell like Mister Jones! I’m drunk on lust and I don’t want this sensation to end.

Lust at First Tie
He recognized me by my voice and my fingers.
“I saw them moving across his chest. The pink polish, the rings. You did some elaborate knot and tightened it around him.”
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I Touch You to Memorize You
I dwell in embodied desires. I’m a sensualist. I enjoy feeling things – feelings and things. Feeling on things, like you, for example. I like the texture of you and that dangling participle between your thighs.
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Shh, Don’t Tell
Tonight I’ve led him to believe that I’m out for dinner and drinks. I am having drinks, but I’m doing that solo. My podcast in the background, and an FFM threesome on my iPad as I toy with myself.
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What I Crave
“We both have what we both crave,” he says as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
I open my mouth to receive him. His finger bends slightly to meet the warmth of my tongue. I suck, my eyes never leaving his.
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