“I think if you wrote something about, idk, pears, I’d be into it as well. I hope you know the power your writing has! Thank you for letting us enjoy it :)”
I know. I knew when I was a kid, and the words were clumsily effective.… Read the rest “Your answer to the spitting ask is what got me into it.”
[CONTENT NOTE: Awful things follow. Skip them.]
Lord Arlington sat in his pickup —slumped against the driver’s side door— as he idly tapped the lit cigarette that dangled from his outstretched hand. He watched the ash fall as his rage boiled.… Read the rest “You remind me of this guy named Lord Arlington from an erotica I used to read all the time”
[TRIGGER WARNING: Don’t look now, but methinks Satan is already behind thee.]
“Oh, stop those stupid tears, Jeanette! Don’t you realize how fuckin’ lucky you are?
“So I fucked you. So what? You should thank me! That’s right, thank me! Look in a goddamned mirror, little girl; it’s not like there’s a long line of men, gonna wait around for a chance to get their hands on a disgusting thing like you!… Read the rest “Moving In”
jarkoff
“So, Agent Artibud,” said Svetlana, her ruby lips forming shapes far more seductive than the words they ushered into the world. “I’ve received notice from headquarters. Your assignment has arrived at last.”
Agent Artibud blushed deeply, his entirely average and uninteresting penis betraying his excitement; a betrayal both in the sense that his tented desire was unceremoniously revealed, and in the sense that he immediately shot in his pants without so much as a wheeze.… Read the rest “from @artibud: I want you to tease me and give me jarkoff instructions”
Born Again — Mr. BedtimeThe tickets were easy. It wasn’t her first trip, so she moved through the process of booking a flight with little thought. There was a nervous flutter in her stomach while she packed, but she ignored it, and concentrated on finding her passport.… Read the rest “The Void”
“Welcome to E.S. Holton’s!” said the druggist, his demeanor bright and cheerful. “How may I help you?”
Constance noticed the way he seemed to make an exaggerated point of setting aside the ledger he’d been updating as she stepped through the pharmacy’s door; he immediately closed the book, carefully rotated it ninety degrees upon the polished countertop, and using the fingertips of both hands, deliberately slid it out of sight behind a stack of unlabeled boxes.… Read the rest “Mudgett”
“You just— I can not believe you.”
“Mm srry.”
“I mean, what is— oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve stepped in it now.”
“Mm srry.”
“It’s like you purposefully tried to stain or soak every fucking surface in the room.”
“I’m scared.”
“That’s okay. Scoot your ass to the edge of the bed.”
“You’ve never—“
“Of course I haven’t.”
“You’ve always— you said it— you thought I was pretty. Down there.”
“I did.”
“But…”
“But.”
“Ah! It’s cold.”
“That’s okay, too.”… Read the rest “Have you ever fisted a girl? Could you write something about it please?”
Girl exhaled like an animal when it realizes the trap has been sprung, or like an old woman giving up the ghost. Whatshisname grunted in satisfaction, noting that exhalation was now the only movement his handiwork allowed. He stood and looked —first east and then west— down the track.… Read the rest “Please pretty please write a story where a girl is tied up and left to be used by whoever or something”
