Kinky Erotica

Fetish is a Six-Letter Word

“Grease is the word, grease is the word, is the word that you heard; It’s got groove it’s got meaning. Grease is the time, is the place is the motion; Grease is the way we are feeling…” Benny Harlow’s Crisco covered fist slammed up... read more

Night Rain

He shot a caramel sundae in her mouth, just like he promised her. Her mouth took in every spurt, Marachino cherries hinted at, as she sucked him hard with a desperation that only the eager know. She pulled away from his quivering hairless thighs, savoring his wilting... read more

The Travellers

Carleton folded his white Oxford shirt into the brown leather carry on bag, smoothed down his suit and left the apartment. Michael spread Philadelphia cream cheese on Ritz crackers. It had to be Philadelphia. It had to be Ritz. Richard called a taxi. Marthe lay naked... read more

The Game

She lay naked on the bed, her eyes covered with a silken blindfold. Velvet cords around her wrists and ankles fastened her to the bedposts. It was time for The Game. A breeze borne on whispered longings wandered into the room from the open balcony doors. It danced... read more

Inside Mr. K

“Drink this. The chloroform has left your throat dry.” The voice echoes horribly and hurts my ears. My eyes won’t focus in the too bright light. Thirst is tearing at my throat like a rabid dog. I bend my head and sip water from the cup being held to... read more

These Scratches…

Kevin Murtagh sat in the coffee shop destroying his definitions by tearing up a napkin. A tiny ragged shard for submissive, another for dominant, a third for top, yet another for bottom. He nervously glanced around, then pushed the tattered pile into a cupped hand and... read more

Girl on a Swing

Inspired by “The Swing” (1766) Jean-Honore Fragonard (French, 1732-1806) I can see the painting from my place in the cloakroom. It’s so lovely. When I’m alone, I can’t stop staring at it. I want to find its secret. I’m quite sure... read more

Instructions

There was more than one person in the room with her. She understood that now, but she had no idea how many there were. She sat on the bed having followed his instructions exactly. His e-mail had detailed the clothes she should and should not wear. It had told her... read more

The Storywriter

There once was a man who wrote stories. Some readers were shocked and angered by his stories and called for their censorship and ban, while quite a few were confused and dismissed the works without giving them a second thought. Still others were disturbed by them. The... read more

Strip Search

“Mistress Jenkins, is this where you feed your imp?” I don’t dare express my confusion. “Your pet demon,” the voice explains. I am naked and shivering in a room that is really too large to be heated only by the fire in the stone... read more
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