2006: A very hot tub
My final contribution to this most excellent of Smutathons, and another where the beginning matches an event in my life, before fantasy takes over. One last thing: media attacks on the Trans community seem...
My final contribution to this most excellent of Smutathons, and another where the beginning matches an event in my life, before fantasy takes over. One last thing: media attacks on the Trans community seem...
I get cleaned up in the bathroom, showering with the fine, lavender soap he gifts me whenever I run out. French lavender wafts in the air as I work up a luxurious lather, basking...
Usually Anna, Tom and I start these sex parties together, just the three of us. I arrive early and Anna and I eat each other out while Tom watches with his dick in his...
Erotic fiction / Louise Kane / Smutathon 2021
by Louise Kane · Published November 6, 2021 · Last modified November 7, 2021
Cara ducked beneath the half-open garage door, eyes adjusting to the brightly lit space after the rainy darkness of outside. Kim had worked at this garage for a couple years, but Cara had only...
Back in September, I had one of those weeks where I couldn’t get a specific type of sex out of my mind. It happens from time-to-time, and it can be pretty much anything –...
A lot of people have exhibitionism kinks, meaning they get off on the idea (or reality) of doing sex and/or kink things in front of other people. But is this something you can do?...
My libido has been fickle the last couple of weeks. And by weeks, I mean months. And by fickle, I mean practically non-existent. Weeks will go by and all I feel is the numbness...
This post was shamelessly inspired by Exhibit A’s 24 Hours posts. Even though the pandemic isn’t over, many of us are starting to enjoy the perks of vaxxed life. That includes the ability to...
For several years now, I’ve been writing posts that are essentially just compilations of things I’ve been fantasising about. I call them ’24 Hours’, because the first time I wrote one I’d been particularly...
You owe me a drink, I text him. And you’d better pick somewhere where you’d be comfortable with me fucking your arse in the toilets. The drink is a reasonable request. He’d stood me...