the life and musings of a kinky slut
~erotica~ When I think of her, I first imagine her eyes. Blue, dark, almost cobalt. Striking. Engaging. They say more in a moment than I’ve ever spoken in words. Then I think of her hair, her raven mane, long and flowing, wavy and full. When we fuck, it goes everywhere. Everywhere. When she stands naked […]
~erotica~ He was beautiful. I don’t mean that in an over-the-top facetious way. Simply put, Nico was beautiful. His physique, his face, his manner lent itself to only being described as such. And, most likely, I’ll never see him again. It was August, and I had traveled five hours on a bus, forty-five minutes on […]
~erotica~ I arrived to the party late, long after everyone had passed their sober threshold, whether through alcohol or the endorphines of play. The front door was open. This was a calm affluent neighborhood, no threat of any interruptions. Quietly creeping in the door, I took off my shoes, but then decided to disrobe, removing […]
~erotica~ The laces on my boots always reminded me of hojo rope. So I found it fitting when he tied my wrists to my ankles in such a style using those cords. My boot buckles pressed in on my skin. My ass was high up and ready. My breathing was labored from holding so much […]
~erotica~ I felt like a zombie when I woke, my memories of last night foggy, barely perceivable through the morning haze in my mind. There was rope. There was always rope. There were toys: a flogger, a cane, a dildo. The order of things was still fuzzy, but as I attempted to stand, flashes of […]
~erotica~ I was in the mood to write some smut, so enjoy… His rope was softer than she expected, caressing her skin smoothly, no bumps or ridges as she had experienced with his hemp or his jute. The unexpected sensation both teased and excited her. This will be a different type of scene, she supposed. It […]