The summer storms are here and many nights are filled with the crack of thunder and the flash of lightening as wind and rain beat down on our roof. Before we met my little girl […]
Erotica
This is where I go to express my erotic writing. Most of my writing is erotic. But not all of it. Everything written here is fiction and meant to desrcibe role plays between unrelated consenting adults.
Love and Violence
Are you nothing? I wonder, standing over your curled up naked body. You’re trembling so hard the floorboards vibrate against the soles of my feet. If I’m being honest, what I feel makes no sense. […]
Not the Usual Boring Party
She kept looking at me and then looking away as soon as I noticed. I’m not the kind of guy to go up and talk to her, try to be charming, and hope that she’s […]
Mental Fucking
The crack of my hand on your ass, my belt wrapped around your throat, grabbing you by your fucking hair: these are all things I do to you. They are all weapons I have in […]
Shh, Daddy’s Here
“Shhh, daddy’s here.” That’s all you need to hear when the room is dark and you can sense my presence. That feeling of me nearby even though you can’t see me is like a persistent […]
I’d Rather Be the Mayfly
There is nothing better than feeling your cool skin against me. The friction of our bodies has yet to cover us in a thin layer of sweat. I have only just climbed on top of […]
The Whore Parable
RAMEN NOODLE BLITZKRIEG “What the fuck did you just say?” She yelled, already trying to wiggle off the bed. “Ew, get off of me. Just get off.” Rolling over and holding his hands up like […]
Daddy’s Promise
I know you need to feel loved and cared for and respected, but above all else I know you need to feel safe. That’s why my hand is wrapped around your throat, hugging your neck […]
Ride My Face
I tell Jessica, “I want you to get on top of me,” and without hesitation she pushes the comforter off my naked body and climbs on top. Already this was a new sensation for her. […]
Clearing Away the Nothing
I lay alone in my bed, looking at the blank space where my sub would be if I had one. I imagine her there and reach out, running my hand over the Egyptian cotton sheets. […]
