This story features K, a non-binary femme (she/her) and T, a transmasculine person (they/he). Content note for bruising and mentions of choking. Room 518 was inspired by one of Livvy’s incredibly hot Smutathon stories, Pandemic. K sat on the plush hotel bed, waiting to hear the lock turn. It was one of those old-fashioned, boutique places that still handed…Continue Reading “Room 518”
This is my second post for Smutathon 2020. Fair warning: it’s VERY long. If you enjoy it, you can donate to Endometriosis UK here (we’ll be EXTREMELY grateful if you do!). A few days ago, I shared a story someone had told me about fucking in a student union toilet. It was hot for multiple reasons: the…Continue Reading “Public Sex: A Triptych, by Exhibit A”
This is my third and final piece for Smutathon 2020. As I finished writing it, we passed our £3,000 fundraising target, which feels like a fucking INCREDIBLE achievement, and one that owes everything to the wonderful people who joined in with this madcap venture, and of course to the 100+ generous folks who sponsored us. The money you donated to Endometriosis UK will make a huge difference, and we’re both happy and honoured that our campaign inspired you to help them out*.
This story is inspired by a tweet I saw a couple of months ago. At the time, I resolved to write four 500-word pieces of fiction, each inspired by one of the four images. Of course that went out of the window almost immediately, and instead you get one 3,500-word story, which features two of those positions. I hope you enjoy it.
*If you haven’t yet sponsored us, but want to do so, the fundraising link will remain open for (at least) another week. You can find it here!
As at all good weddings, by 10pm the dancefloor was packed. I fished a bottle of red off an abandoned dinner table and filled my glass as I surveyed the carnage. Of course my sister was in the middle of it; pint in one hand, phone in the other, she twirled, screamed, and stomped to the beat, surrounded by three bridesmaids and her adoring new husband.Continue Reading "Wedding Party, by Exhibit A"
It was cliché, maybe, to book a hotel room for our one-year anniversary—but N didn’t seem to mind. I collapsed onto the bed, twisting my fingers around the wrought-iron headboard, and smiled as she danced around the room in the red silk dress she’d bought for the occasion. Sing-shouting greetings at the flat-screen television and…Continue Reading “Let’s Celebrate”
The following names are pet names used in a BDSM setting between consenting adults. Thank you and enjoy x Master’s skilled tongue works over my ass, sending my toes curling and my hips bucking up to his lips. I don’t know where Daddy has gone or how near or far he is. He may have…Continue Reading “Sharing is caring (Part 3) FINAL”
The following names are pet names used in a BDSM setting between consenting adults. Thank you and enjoy x He slicks his cock through my wetness and my lips, teasing me at my entrance. I rock my hips up to meet him, but he moves away. ‘Oh!’ he laughs. ‘Someone’s eager to get going! Didn’t…Continue Reading “Sharing is caring (Part 2)”
David did his best to maintain his composure as the cool latex slid up his body, its firm yet paper-thin grasp already sending shivers down his spine despite the fact that there was still so much left yet to come. The faceless attendant that he had been assigned to spoke not a word as they…Continue Reading “Ultimate Quarantine”
Fall was one of Mary’s favorite times of the year, but not for most of the reasons you might think. Sure, the weather was cooler and the transformation the landscape saw from the leaves changing color was pretty, however what Mary truly enjoyed was the transformation that her own husband made that time of year…Continue Reading “Fall Fashion Lust”
A frisky pop beat skipped from the speakers in the changing area of Candice Treats lingerie store. Sadie stood in a froth of dropped lace and gauze and satin, like Venus rising from the waves, wriggling into a scarlet bra and warring with the stubborn clasp. She clicked it into place with a snort of…Continue Reading “Babydoll”
The smell always hits me first. The stale, piss-flavored beer soaked into the floorboards that mingles with the sweat pouring out of every orifice to create a humid halo above the masses. It’s disgusting. I love it. I came to the bar alone tonight, but that doesn’t mean much when you’re queer and live in…Continue Reading “I Won’t Touch, Promise”