The Service

Over the past few years, I have written hundreds of erotic story commissions. Taking the ideas and fantasies of my clients, I craft a personalized piece of erotica for them to enjoy. I write for a wide range of people, handling a wide range of themes and kinks, and love to create an experience that’s entirely personal to them.  

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Services: What do I do? And, what can I do for you?

Who Am I? I’m a freelance writer specializing in the erotic and sensual. Loving to createand inhabit these worlds, I can craft a delicious moment of sensuality or weavesomething much longer. The world of fantasy is important to me. I believe thatour internal worlds, the dreams we play out in our…

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Who Is this For?

Simply, I write for anyone who wants a personalized erotic story. There are many reasons a person might desire this.

There is a beautiful diversity to sexuality and fantasy. Many people choose to explore this through erotic art and literature. I enjoy assisting with this, helping people to explore themselves through the commissions I write for them.

You may want something with personalized characters, putting yourself and/ or others into the story as characters. It could be for you, or a gift you wish to share with your partner. Maybe you have specific tastes. This could be words you want or don’t want used, or there could be a kink you want explored. It can even be that your story is clear to you, and you simply want someone to bring that story to life for you.

For whatever reason, I love to help people bring these fantasies to life in my work. Entirely personalized to you, your desires and tastes, I can craft your story.

The Process

Every project starts with an initial enquiry. If you’re interested in having me write a commission for you, or if you have any questions, then get in touch. Then, we’ll go from there.

Following an initial enquiry, I ensure that I learn everything that I need in order to craft your story. This may come in the form of you providing me with a brief that I use to guide me. Or, if you’re unsure of what it is you’re looking for, then we will be able to work that out together.

It is also at this stage that I will be able to provide you with a quote for the story and an idea of timescale. This depends on the length of what I write for you. Before I start writing, we will agree on the word count I am aiming for. This means that you will know how much the cost is before I start working, with no surprises if I over run. In the case that you feel the story needs more words, you can request this after the delivery has been made and they can be added.

What I Need From You

In order to create a story that matches your desires, I need to know what those desires are. Often, clients who have a clear idea of what they’re looking for will provide me with a brief. It could be very detailed, or very sparse, but a brief is always welcome.

If you don’t have a clear idea, then tell me what you know, and we’ll start from there. For example, you might know that there’s a kink you wish to explore and that’s all. I can start there, making suggestions and asking questions that allow me to create a clear idea of what you need.

My work is written entirely from scratch, personalized to you, but I can only use the information you give me. I always welcome extra detail I can use to make a story work for you, even small things like wanting characters to have a specific hair colour.

I also need to know what length you would like the story to be. This is entirely up to you, and sets the price of the commission, but I am always able to help with understanding what length might work best.

Once I feel I have everything I need to know, then I can begin.

Interested?

If you’re curious about having a custom story written, then get in touch. It all starts with an initial enquiry, with no commitments. Just email me letting me know that you’re interested in having a commission written. Feel free to share some details about what it is you’re looking for, to ask any questions you have, or just to start the process with expressing your interest.

Who Am I?

I’m a freelance writer specializing in the erotic and sensual. Loving to create and inhabit these worlds, I can craft a delicious moment of sensuality or weave something much longer. The world of fantasy is important to me. I believe that our internal worlds, the dreams we play out in our minds or on the page, are a key part of what makes sexuality beautiful. People have the capacity for so much pleasure and creativity, and I love to assist in unlocking this.

In my work, I have been able to bring together the art of writing with my fascination for sex. My abilities to create characters and worlds has complimented my knowledge of sex and curiosity to learn more. Knowing what turns people on, the huge range of tastes we’re able to experience, is a joy.

My extensive knowledge of sexuality allows me to get inside the mind of a reader and craft a scene that hits just right. The world of kink is a familiar and comfortable place for me. I have the factual knowledge to craft those worlds (toys, furniture, partialism for body parts, the psychology of taking or losing control, the ins and outs of sadomasochism, responses incited by shame or praise). More than simply understanding the facts, I have an ability to understand the minds.

What Do I Do?

Commission Work

The base of my freelance work has always been my commissions. It’s where I started, and it continues to make up a large portion of my work. The idea was a simple one, can I use my skills to craft custom erotica? I offered my services and found a demand. Some have a clear idea of what they want, others not. Either way, I craft personalized stories to please unique tastes.

Ghostwriting

Once I began to write commissions, finding my work to be popular, I found that people approached me for ghostwriting services. This started the commercial side of my work, writing produced for others to publish and profit from under their name (or, more commonly, their pen name). This ranges from writing entire novels and novellas, to single scenes that are inserted into larger works. If someone has an idea they wish to actualize into a book, but they don’t have the skills or time to write it, then I am available to help. If someone just needs assistance with the erotic scenes in a book they’re writing, needing a specialist touch, then I’m available to help with that too.

Blog Posts and Web Copy

Though I am primarily a creative writer, not a marketing one, my specialization in sex has led to me working on various non-fiction projects. Writing reviews and guides, I have produced a range of blog posts for adult toy retailers. Existing in this space, I have also assisted with producing web copy for those working in adult entertainment. My knowledge of sex allows me to produce not just steamy stories, but non-fiction works sharing that knowledge.

Scripts

Writing primarily for audio erotica (and occasionally for video and animated content), I produce scripts used to create content by a voice actor or adult performer. Crafting stories in this medium is fascinating work and allows for even greater immersion. The lack of visuals in audio content works to its benefit, allowing the listener to insert themselves into the story fully. It’s no surprise that the audio erotica genre has taken off in recent years, with more and more people producing it and listening to it.

Video Games

Adult video games have also seen a boom in recent years, especially in the form of visual novels. Using a mix of writing, illustration, and animation, they create immersive erotic experiences. I have written content for many games, often assisting with single scenes or simply the erotic and romantic side of the game. For a genre where writing is so crucial, I enjoy being able to contribute something that can really make a game stand out.

Coaching and Editing

In my work as a ghostwriter, I’ve found that many talented writers struggle with handling sex in their work. It’s difficult finding the right balance when it comes to sex, writing something tantalizing while maintaining your themes and characterization. Not only am I able to write these scenes, but I’m available to coach and teach others.

Interested In Working With Me?

If you think that my services may be of use to you, then please get in touch. Simply, email me, and I’ll be in touch to discuss the project. If you’re not sure that I’m the right fit, or you have any questions, still feel free to get in touch. I’ll provide you with any information you need.

Adam was laying in bed while I was getting dressed. He was calling for me, telling me how hard he was and how much my body was turning him on. It was almost time for me to leave for an appointment, I kept telling Adam this, but he wanted me and he kept telling me how much he wanted to cover me with his cum.

I was rushing to get ready, but his words were so distracting and so hot. I wanted his cum as much as he wanted to give it to me, I couldn’t deny it. I knew that if I didn’t stop for a quickie, that I would be thinking all day about what I had missed out on. I could see his cock, hard below the sheets.

“Your arse looks so fucking sexy in those leggings,” he purred as he watched me fixing my hair, “mmm, just let me have one squeeze.”

I turned and smiled at him. Then took a step backwards towards his outreached hand. He grabbed my arse while I continued to look at myself in the mirror. He was so desperate for me, so turned on by the way that my shapely arse looked, I couldn’t deny him his pleasure.

He was already touching himself, unable to resist. Turning around, I pushed the covers to one side to look at his hard cock. I  wrapped my hand around it and gave it a few strong strokes. A little pearl of precum started to drip off the tip, making my insides flutter. The sight of his cock, hard for me, turned me on so much. I started to get carried away.

“Worship my arse,” I moaned, turning around and sticking out my arse, “give me your offering.”

Adam got up onto his knees and started to rub his cock on my arse. I felt that pearl of precum wet the thin fabric and I wanted more. It felt so dirty, I couldn’t believe how hot it made me feel.

I could feel Adam getting closer. He was starting to grunt as he thrust his cock roughly against my arse. He was rutting against me, dry humping me like a teen. The feeling of his breath on my neck was incredible as he started to cum.

“Cover me with it, spread it over my leggings,” I moaned.

He came, his cum squirting over the back of my leggings. It was like his cum was an offering in worship of my arse but it was also so dirty. I sighed as I felt the wetness seeping through. As he came, he kept thrusting his cock against me as he pushed through his orgasm. He was rubbing the cum in as he spread it over me.

I was so aroused by the cum that covered my leggings all over my arse. It made me feel dirty.

“I have to go,” I said, not bothering to change.

Adam smiled, seeing me leave with the evidence of his ecstasy all over the back of my leggings, “I’ll see you at the party later.”

All day I found myself aroused by the wetness that I felt on the back of my leggings. Even after I tied a jumper around my waist to cover the stain, I felt aroused by it. I knew that I had cum all over me, and the knowledge of it made me feel so excited. It was so dirty and so naughty. I kept thinking about Adam, wanting to get this same rush again.

Later, after I had changed, I went to that party. I knew that I wanted to play again as soon as I could. I met Adam in the kitchen and started to kiss him deeply. When I pulled back I whispered in his ear.

“Come with me,” I said in a sultry voice, “I want you.”

With a look of pure lust in his eyes, he followed me through the halls. We ducked into a closet together for some privacy and I fell onto my knees. Just outside, the party was going on. All our friends were drinking and laughing and talking. Meanwhile, Adam was unbuttoning his jeans to show me his hard cock.

I wrapped my mouth around it and started to suck. I knew exactly what I was doing and I wasn’t going to tease him to drag things out, I wanted his cum and I knew exactly how to draw it from him.

I looked up at him as I sucked his cock, seeing the way that he struggled to hold back his moans. If he cried out with pleasure, we would be heard. There was only a thin wooden door between us and the party. I could see the look on his face though, I could see how close he was getting to cumming.

I sucked and swirled my tongue around his cock until I felt him getting close, until I knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Then I started to give him everything I had, sucking hard as he started to cum. I felt his warm cum filling my mouth and I rolled my eyes. I wanted to drink it down, but I didn’t. I had different plans.

I held that hot load of fresh cum in my mouth as I stood up. He smiled at me before we slipped out of the closet.

I walked around the party, feeling that thick load of cum filling my mouth. It tasted wonderful and it felt dirty. People smiled at me, none of them knowing that my mouth was full of cum. It was so arousing and so dirty. Having this dirty little secret that no one knew but me.

I kept that load of cum in my mouth as long as I could. When you stopped to talk to me, I nodded along to what you said, feeling the cum moving in my mouth. Then, when finally I had to speak, I swallowed it down. I can still taste it.

“Do you wanna try something a little different? Something new?” He asked me, a smile spreading across his face.

There was a glass of wine inside me, making my veins buzz just a little and bringing my guard down. We had just kissed, passionately and desperately. My shirt had been pulled up around my large breasts and my hair was already a mess. We were about to have sex. It wasn’t going to be the first time, but I was excited the way I would be if it was.

“Something new?” I asked, “maybe… Yes, I think so.”

“Something, kinky?” He added.

I felt myself blush. He had brought this up before, surprised that I had never tried any BDSM even though I was in my thirties. I don’t know why I had never tried it, I guess I had just never met the right person.

“Okay,” I said with a smile. I was nervous, but I knew that I trusted him.

“I’m going to take control,” he said simply, “but say the word ‘red’ and I’ll give all that control right back to you. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly.

“Good,” he purred, “now. Strip for me.”

The way that he spoke was so commanding, I couldn't help but follow the order. I took off my clothes for him, instantly enjoying the feeling of giving up my control. I understood at that moment why people like to be ordered around and told what to do. I understood that I enjoyed it too.

“Good girl,” he purred, the sound of his voice making my pussy twitch. It was so arousing. So arousing that it almost frightened me.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he added, “on the bed.”

I did as I was told, getting into position. I felt exposed and I felt vulnerable, but I liked it. Was he going to take advantage of me? Was he going to push my limits? I found myself hoping that he would.

I stayed in my position, hearing him move around and open a draw. The next thing I felt was a cuff being buckled around my ankle. Both my ankles were bound in cuffs and then my wrists were too. I had never been restrained before and the sensation was overwhelming. The cuffs were soft against my wrists and I could move just enough that I still felt comfortable, but the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability was powerful. It was powerful and incredibly arousing.

“I’m going to spank you now,” he said, simply.

I inhaled deeply “Okay,” I said.

“I’m going to slap you ten times,” he said, “if you can take all ten… You’ll be rewarded. Will you be a good girl for me? Will you take your spanking?”

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. It was all too overwhelming in a way that I hadn’t been expecting. I was breathless with desire, so much so that I didn’t even try to force out any words.

His hand came down on my arse, his open palm slapping my cheek hard.

“Will you?” He asked again, clearly demanding that I answer him.

“Yes!” I cried out, shocked by the sensation of the slap.

The pain and shock took my breath away for a moment. After that moment, that pain faded into something else though. It left a warmth on my arse cheek and a glowing feeling of pleasure.

As promised, I received the spanking. Each slap stung harder than the next, as he focused his attention on my left arse cheek. The skin started to sting and flush red, but he kept slapping me there. I cried out, louder and louder with each slap of his hand. I felt my heart pound and my pussy throb as I found the pleasure in that pain.

It was such a rush that I rolled my eyes and I felt my mind go blank. For a long moment, as he slapped my arse over and over again, I found that I was feeling rather than thinking. I felt so free, free to get lost in that sweet sadistic pleasure.

When the final slap hit my arse, I was trembling slightly. It was from the pain and the shock, but also from the excitement. I wanted to feel him inside of me and I prayed that it was the reward that I was about to receive. I had taken the pain and now I wanted to be rewarded with my pleasure.

I felt his hand between my legs, stroking me and feeling how wet I was. It made me moan loudly. I was so desperate to be touched. I wanted to reach back and rub my clit until I came, but my hands were bound and I relied entirely on him. I would cum when he wanted me to, and not a moment before.

Then, I felt the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“Here’s your reward,” he purred, “don’t hold back. Cum for me.”

I nodded, breathless, as he thrust deep into me. Nothing was held back. He pounded me hard and fast, right away. I had taken the punishment and he wasn’t teasing me any more. He was fucking me hard and fast, making my whole body tremble as my orgasm started to take over my body.

I rolled my eyes, almost screaming, as I came. The orgasm tore through my body powerfully, made so intense by the spanking and by the restraints. I came so hard that I thrashed and tugged on the cuffs.

He kept pounding me all through my orgasm, thrusting deep into my oversensitive pussy and dragging out my orgasm until it became almost painfully long. Then, with a grunt, he started to cum into me.

“That’s a good girl,” he grunted as he thrust his cum into me, “take the spanking, take the pounding, take my cum.”

I felt his cock twitch inside me as I was filled up with his hot cum. It made me feel dirty, the same way that the punishment had. My whole body was satisfied deeply, if a little sore. It was my first experience like that, but I already knew that it wouldn’t be my last.

I’ve been thinking, dreaming, about the things I want you to do to me. It’s all I can think about, you taking a hold of my throat and quietly making sure I know who I belong to. I’m yours, but you know that already.

Closing my eyes, I can almost feel your breath on my neck. I want to feel your quick darting tongue and that little hint of teeth. Remind me of the animal inside you, the one that could tear me apart at any moment.

I want to shudder as you whisper in my ear, calling me things that I know deep down that I am. Make me your whore. Show the world that I’m your slut. I want to be made your slave, and I know that you’re strong enough to be my master.

Tie me up, so tightly that it hurts. I want to feel helpless and I want to feel like your toy. Let me struggle a little, just to test it, so that there isn’t a doubt in my mind how trapped I am. Gag me, to see my pretty mouth stretched out around the ball. Look into my eyes and smile as I mumble into the gag, let me know that pleading whines won’t earn my freedom. I want to be at your mercy.

With a smile, I want you to punish me. Take advantage of my helplessness, and torture me with canes and whips. I want you to beat me so that I can shudder at the whip’s sting. I want to feel that rush that comes with the pain, with nothing that I can do to stop it. Beat me, as hard as you can, until I’m ready to cry and beg for mercy.

When you send me away, I want to have bruises to remember you by. I want to flinch when I sit down from the welts on my skin. I want my heart to race when I see the purple bruises and remember how rough you were with my body.

Play with my pussy, tease me and let me know who’s in charge. Take out my gag, just to hear me beg you. Tickle my clit until my wetness is dripping down my legs, but don’t let me cum until I’ve begged you for it.

Once I’ve degraded myself, begging for your cock, stuff it in my mouth. I want to gag on it, tears streaming down my pretty face. Shove it down my throat, until I’m choking on it. Tell me I’m doing a good job, that you’ll make a good whore out of me. When you’re done with my mouth, spit on my face. I want to feel dirty, and I want to feel used.

Bite my nipples just to hear me scream, then move down my body and get ready to use me. I want to feel like a sex doll, just made to be used. Don’t be gentle with me, I’m yours to abuse. I want to feel your cock thrusting into my already over sensitive pussy. I want to hear you grunt as you thrust yourself deep inside me. I want you to use me, pounding into me.

Call me names and make me feel like an object to be used. Tell me that I’m worthless as anything other than your cum dumpster. Wrap your hands around my throat and choke me until I almost pass out. Take me right to the edge and let me know how worthless I am. I want to feel that my life is in your strong hands.

Pound my until my legs tremble and my eyes roll back into my head. Laugh at the whining noises that I made as I have orgasm after orgasm on your cock. Laugh at me, the pathetic little whore, while I cum and cum. Pound me and pound me until you cum.

I want you to cum inside me, shoot it deep inside my pretty pussy. I want to feel it dripping out. I want to feel used, like your whore. After you’ve used me I want you to use me again, and again, and again. I want you to fuck me until I can’t take it any more and then I want you to fuck me one last time.

Once you’ve filled my pussy with your seed, I want you to take my arse. I want you to force your cock in that too small hole, making me stretch out for you. Tell me that you don’t care how much it hurts, that my body belongs to you and you’re going to use it. I want you to force your cock deep into my arse and then I want you to fuck me.

Use me while I can’t get away, can’t even struggle. Fuck my arse hard, ignoring my screams and cries. Put the gag in my mouth and tell me you don’t want to hear my whining, that you don’t care. I want you to fuck me until my eyes roll back and I seem like a brain dead slut who’s only made to take your cock. I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name and only answer to whore.

I know that you can do this to me, I know that you want to. Keep me bound and play with me. Hurt me, fuck me, make me cum. I want you to pound me, fucking both my holes full of cum over and over again. I want you to leave me a trembling mess, covered in bruises and full to bursting with cum. Send me home, with your seed dripping down my legs. Send me home dreaming of more.

I want you to make me your cum whore, doing anything to drain you. I want you to use me and to make me feel like a filthy slut. Threaten to pimp me out, to share me with your friends. Make me dream of days filled with just cock, using me and filling me up. I am your slut, use me how you want. Please use me. I’m ready to beg.

A therapist once told me to try and treat myself the way that I treat others- to try and talk to myself the way that I would talk to someone that I loved. If someone that I loved was having a hard day and they were struggling to get anything done, would I tell them that they were useless? No, of course not. So, why do I say that to myself?

Using this idea, these principles, I set out on an exercise in sensual self love. I struggle with my confidence, with my body image, and from keeping these things from getting in the way of the sex life I want to have.

I placed a mirror on the bed and then stripped. Laying back on the bed, I spread my legs and looked at the person that I saw reflected in that mirror. I examined myself, and tried to look at myself the way that I would look at another. I looked at the woman reflected in the mirror, and tried to imagine that it was another person that I was seeing. I tried to imagine that I wasn’t looking at my own cunt, but at the cunt of a lover.

Normally when I examine my own body in the mirror, I see so many flaws. I’ll think “that bit looks too squishy”. Or “that blemish is huge”. Maybe “there shouldn’t be hair there”. I see the flaws and I fixate on them, so much that I can no longer just admire the beautiful woman I’m seeing.

Looking at myself the way that I would look at a lover made me realise how insignificant all of the little flaws I see are. Spreading my cunt open and examining myself, looking at myself with this new gaze, I found that the imperfections melted away. When I stopped judging myself with the same harsh view, I saw a beautiful woman. I saw a woman who I was excited to make love to.

Touching myself while seeing myself through that lens was so valuable. I made love to myself with the same attitude that I would have used while making love to another and I came out of the experience really appreciating myself. I felt sexy and I felt validated, and all that validation came from within.

I recommend taking some time to look at yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you, to love yourself and to lust after yourself. Count yourself as one of your lovers, as someone who appreciates and gets pleasure from your body. Self love is such an important trait to learn, but self lust is important too.

B took a deep breath before turning the key in her front door. The sinking feeling in her chest was continuing and, even though she had succeeded so far in holding back her tears, she was worried that she might burst out crying at any moment. All of the dates that she had been on recently had felt like failures, but that night had been the worst by far. The girl had seemed so nice when they talked on the phone, but in person she was so mean. B didn’t understand why someone would be so critical after only knowing someone for an evening, but the girl had said some awful things that made B feel more self conscious than ever.

Trying to sneak past the living room, B wanted to retreat upstairs without having to tell anyone about the embarrassment of the night she had. B’s flatmate Lindsay was watching TV while B tried to sneak past, and she could instantly tell that something was wrong.

“B?” She called out and, without thinking, B turned to face her. Right away it was obvious to Lindsay that B was upset and she knew better than to let B go through it alone. “Come sit with me,” Lindsay said with a kind smile.

B tried to force a smile back as she entered the living room. She followed Lindsay’s guidance and sat down beside her on the sofa. Gently, Lindsay put her arm around B and held it there for a few moments.

The small gesture of kindness was too much for B and she started to cry softly. After the night that she had, the little bit of care just reminded her of everything that she was missing out on and everything that she was struggling to achieve with her failed dating life. The tears started to flow down her cheeks slowly but the flood gates had opened and she couldn’t close them now. The tears started to fall heavier and she soon found that she couldn’t stifle her sobbing.

She felt ridiculous, sobbing that much over a bad date. Sat on the sofa, still dressed up and with a full face of makeup on, she cried and cried. Her makeup smudged, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. B thought that she was a mess, what did she care if her appearance showed that truth to the world?

Lindsay placed her hand on B’s cheek. The touch felt soft, but there was power and safety in it too. She felt the dampness under her fingertips as she turned B’s face towards her. B was a little shorter than Lindsay and her posture was emphasising the difference between their heights. With her face only a few inches from B’s, Lindsay looked down at her friend.

“You look so pretty,” she said softly, “don’t cry… You don’t have to cry.”

Lindsay’s hand on B’s cheek spread out and applied more pressure. She was holding B now, protecting and controlling.

“I’m sorry,” B said, her voice breaking slightly as she forced out the words.

“Shhh,” Lindsay said softly as she started to close the space between them. It was a comforting noise but also order. She was offering B comfort and asking for her obedience in return. In submission, B parted her lips to Lindsay.

Their lips met in a kiss that made B shiver with nerves and arousal. Taking control and guiding B through the kiss, Lindsay slipped her tongue into B’s mouth and started to explore with quick flicks of her tongue. B melted into the kiss, opening her mouth wider and wider for Lindsay’s probing tongue. She let herself open for Lindsay, giving in to the rush of pleasure that was washing over her.

“Relax,” Lindsay whispered softly as she swung her leg over B’s lap. Stradling B, Lindsay started to kiss B with more and more passion.

As she started to get excited, Lindsay’s hands started to wander. She ran her fingers down B’s ample cleavage that was tantalisingly on show in her low cut dress. Her lips started to move lower too as she began to kiss at B’s neck. The kisses turned into nibbles as she let animalistic growls escape her lips.

B shivered from the noise that Lindsay made. It was so predatory and she thought that it should have frightened her. The thrill of it was too much though and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs. The feeling of Lindsay’s teeth against her sensitive flesh intrigued her, she wanted more.

Suddenly, Lindsay pulled back from the kiss. B gasped, having the dizzying pleasure suddenly removed. Standing up, Lindsay offered her hand to B.

“Come,” she said simply, her word more an order than a request. B followed her willingly, needing to know where this might head.

Lindsay dragged B quickly into her bedroom and pushed B to the bed with a rough shove. While B was still recovering from the shock of being pushed, Lindsay gripped the hem of B’s dress and started to tug it off over her head impatiently. She tore it a little, but pulled it off and discarded it.

Letting her eyes roam over B’s body in her underwear, Lindsay smiled.

“You’re a pretty slut,” she said, “if I had been your date tonight then I wouldn’t have let you leave. I would have taken you home with me and then I would have fucked you until you screamed. I think that’s what you deserve. I’d like to give you what you deserve.”

B looked at Lindsay with her eyes wide. Her heart was racing and she wanted to be with Lindsay so badly. It felt like a dream, but she was so nervous.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said nervously. It was embarrassing, but she needed Lindsay to know.

Lindsay’s face lit up in a smile. “Don’t worry,” she purred as she moved towards B, “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

B was shaking slightly as Lindsay unclipped her bra and let her large breasts bounce free. Moaning slightly, Lindsay grabbed B’s nipples between her lips and started to suck. B cried out from the pleasure of it, feeling her whole body tremble. Passionately, Lindsay kissed and sucked and bit and B’s breasts. She rubbed her face between them and licked at her nipples. B was overwhelmed with sensations as Lindsay pinned her down to the bed and played roughly with her tits.

Pulling her shirt off over her head, Lindsay revealed her pert breasts. B was breathing heavily as she looked at the more experienced woman. Lindsay stood up but B remained on the bed, nervous to move without being told to by Lindsay. Watching B as she did so, Lindsay stripped until she was entirely naked.

“Do you like what you see, Bitch?” She barked at B.

“Yes,” B answered, no longer shocked by the way that Lindsay spoke to her. The degradation and being under Lindsays control just made her so aroused that she accepted it.

With an excited smile on her face, Lindsay moved towards B. With her open hand, she gently slapped B across her breasts and watched the way that they moved and flushed red. Then she gripped the waistband of B’s underwear and started to peel them away.

“Beautiful,” Lindsay moaned as she stared into B’s centre, “I can’t wait to stretch it out and feel it quiver when I make you cum.”

B couldn’t find any words. She thought about begging Lindsay to touch her, but she was so overwhelmed that the words didn’t come out. She could feel her whole body shaking slightly as she begged without words to be used by the powerful woman.

They were both naked as Lindsay laid down on top of the smaller woman. She let her body press down against B’s. She put her weight on B, pinning her down onto the bed, as she started to kiss her. With a messy and passionate kiss, Lindsay worked her tongue into B’s mouth. Their bodies fit well together, and quickly they found that they were rubbing themselves together with need.

Lindsay pushed her soft thigh between B’s legs and felt her pussy against her skin. She was dripping wet and twitching with arousal. Moving back, Lindsay took B’s nipple in her mouth and started to suck. As she sucked on B’s tits, drawing delicious little moans from her, she let her hand move down to B’s wet opening.

With small and teasing movements, Lindsay started to move her fingers in little circles around B’s pussy. She listened to the noises that B made and felt her body rising up to meet her fingers, she knew that she was driving B wild and that she would have done anything for the release that only Lindsay could give her.

Carefully, Lindsay dipped her finger into the honey and started to work her finger inside. Gasping, B rose her hips up in a spasm of pleasure. The finger slid inside the dripping wet hole easily and Lindsay added another.

“You’re stretching out nicely,” she moaned into B’s ear, “I think you’re ready for something bigger.”

Swiftly, Lindsay pulled her fingers out of B’s pussy then walked over to her wardrobe. B watched with wide-eyed excitement as Lindsay pulled out a box of sex toys. Her heart was racing as she anticipated what was about to happen. Giving in control to Lindsay had taken away some of the anxiety, but she was still shaking with anticipation.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Lindsay said, the words sending a shiver through B.

B did as she was told, getting onto her hands and knees on the bed. It made her blush to be in such a vulnerable position with her arse presented to Lindsay.

With quick skilled movements, Lindsay strapped a vibrating dildo to herself. Switching it on, she felt the bullet vibrator in the base buzzing against her clit. That little shiver of pleasure spurred her on as she lined the dildo up at B’s dripping wet entrance.

Grabbing a handful of B’s hair, Lindsay tugged painfully as she started to push. B moaned, a deep moan, as the dildo slowly started to penetrate her.

“Tell me how it feels, slut,” Lindsay ordered as she placed a sharp slap on B’s arse.

“It...It,” B’s stammered as she tried to hold back her moans long enough to speak, “it’s stretching me out...I feel like a slut...It...It feels good.” She forced out the words as the dildo was moving further and further into her. She could feel herself stretching out with each little thrust of Lindsay’s hips.

“That’s it bitch,” Lindsay growled, “take it like a good slut.”

Starting with small movements, Lindsay started to thrust her hips. She pushed the dildo in and out of B’s pussy, listening to her moaning with every thrust. All the while, Lindsay could feel her clit being pressed up against the vibrator. It was driving her wild with desire, causing her to thrust harder and harder each time.

When she started getting quicker and harder with her movements, she heard something desperate and needy in the noises coming from B. Lindsay could tell that B was getting close to her orgasm. Reaching around, Lindsay started to play softly with B’s clit. It was enough to get B right to the edge but just soft enough to keep her there. It was clear that Lindsay was in control and that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Do you want to cum, slut?” she asked as she tugged roughly on B’s hair.

“Please,” B begged with her voice shaking, “I need to cum.” She was right on the edge and, after everything that had happened, she was desperate for her orgasm. She could feel it coming, she knew that it would be incredible. All that mattered to her at that moment was cumming, she would have done anything for it and Lindsay knew this.

“Tell me that you’re a filthy little bitch that lives to be fucked by me,” Lindsay demanded, “tell me that you’re a worthless little slut.”

“I’m a filthy bitch,” B moaned as Lindsay started to touch her clit a little harder, “and a worthless slut… Please… I live to be fucked by you...Please...Please make me cum.”

Lindsay let her fingers slide with quick movements over B’s clit while she continued to fuck her roughly with the strap on. She was pushing B over the edge, B couldn’t hold back. She was cumming.

“Cum for me slut,” Lindsay ordered as she felt B starting to lose control at her touch.

B’s whole body was shaking powerfully as the incredible orgasm took control of her. She was moaning and screaming as the pleasure coursed through her, she couldn’t stop it or hold it back. She was a slave to the pleasure that Lindsey was giving her. All she could feel was the intense pleasure flowing through her body and making her shake.

Once Lindsey had pushed B through all the waves of her powerful orgasm, she was feeling like she needed some release. With the buzzing bullet vibrator against her clit and the powerful feeling of making B lose control, she felt like it wouldn’t take much to bring her to her ecstasy.

Pulling out, Lindsey discarded the strap on and let B fall in an exhausted heap onto the bed. When B rolled over to lay on her back, Lindey straddled her shoulders.

“Now I want to see what that slutty little tongue can do,” Lindsay ordered as she started to lower herself onto B.

Looking up at Lindsays beautiful glistening cunt, B opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Making up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm, B started to lick furiously at Lindsay’s clit.

Moaning, Lindsay pushed her cunt down roughly onto B’s face. B could hardly breathe, but she kept licking at Lindsay’s pussy with everything that she had. Lindsay was starting to shake a little and moaning encouragement to B. She was getting close to finishing, B could tell, so she started to lick even harder. She wanted so badly for Lindsay to cum on her tongue. She could already taste her honey, but she wanted more.

Leaning forward, Lindsay started to suck at B’s clit. She was moaning, the noise vibrating into B’s pussy. B’s clit was so sensitive that she started to shake again. Even though she didn’t think she could cum so soon again, B started to feel herself losing control again right as Lindsay did.

Together they came on each other’s tongues. B’s face was being covered with Linday’s juices as she came. She drank them down happily, wanting more and more of what Lindsay could give her. They were both shaking wildly and moaning, dragging out the orgasm that they shared as long as possible. Then, finally, they collapsed together in a sweaty heap and enjoyed the afterglow of their pleasure.

Joe arrived at the restaurant before Mia, but he saw her as soon as she got out of her car. She was beautiful, exactly like she had been in her pictures. Joe couldn’t believe it, she really was the woman of his dreams. She wore a sundress that showed her beautiful body while still leaving a little to the imagination. Mia was slim but her breasts were incredible for her size, round and full.

Mia smiled when she saw Joe. The man was a little older than her, but she thought he was cute. She smiled and waved as she walked up to him. Although it was their first time meeting, she hugged him as she greeted him. With a sweet smile, she pressed her body up against his.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” she said as they approached the restaurant. The place was too busy and deep down Mia was glad to hear it. Joe excited her and she didn’t want to have to sit through a whole meal before she could really get close to him.

“Do you have any ideas for where else we could go?” Joe asked, feeling a little uncomfortable that his plan hadn’t worked out.

“I passed a bar on my way here,” she said, pointing down the street, “just over there.”

Joe agreed and they walked the block to the bar together. She seemed so small beside him, he hadn’t expected her to be so petite. In that sundress, she looked so sweet. He wanted to put his arm around her, just to make himself feel like he was protecting her, but he didn’t want to be too forward.

As soon as they arrived at the bar, Joe had a bad feeling about it. It seemed rough and sketchy. All neon lights and cheap beer. He glanced at Mia but she didn’t seem phased by it. Joe wondered if she was just too sweet to sense the danger in that place.

“Are you sure you want to drink here?” Joe asked as they paused outside the door.

“Yeah,” she said in a peppy voice, “it looks fun.”

Joe didn’t argue and convinced himself that he was overreacting. Together they walked into the bar. Right away Joe felt like they were sticking out, but Mia just walked up to the bar with long confident strides. She was acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to be there, but everyone was staring at her.

Shooting a smile at the bartender, she sat down on one of the bar stools. As uncomfortable as he felt, Joe sat down beside her. He really liked Mia and wanted to seem brave in order to impress her, but he knew that he would be useless if he had to defend her. Nervously, he glanced around the room and saw that people were still staring at her.

Nonchalantly, she ordered two beers for them. Mia gave no attention to the men who were staring at her like she was a meal. She knew how hot she looked in her sundress and she knew why they were staring, but she didn’t show any fear of them. Mostly, she looked like she wasn’t even noticing the eyes on her or the quiet that had fallen in the room.

“I think that maybe we should go,” Joe suggested very quietly, “I don’t want you to be made uncomfortable.”

Mia laughed slightly. “I’m used to this,” she said simply, “and honestly, I kind of like it.”

Joe was clearly taken aback by the statement. Processing what the sweet girl had just said to him, he took a sip of his beer. I should have known, Joe thought to himself, a girl this perfect is always going to be trouble.

He was starting to understand that the way that Mia appeared on the surface was deceiving. Though he was nervous, he was intrigued. The sweet and small girl was revealing a side to her that Joe wasn’t expecting. As frightened as he was about the situation they were in, he wanted to find out more.

Sipping his beer, Joe was thinking hard about the right question to ask Mia. He wanted to find out more about her, and he wanted to charm her too. All through the nervousness and the intrigue, Joe had been constantly distracted by Mia’s physical appearance. He could tell why everyone in that bar was staring at her, she was more than stunning. The proportions of her small body were perfect. The way that the curve of her breasts flowed down into her slim waist and hips.

Joe couldn’t keep the fantasies out of his mind as he watched her sip her beer. He wanted her desperately. Thinking about holding her, about undressing her and kissing her, was distracting him. He was so distracted that he didn’t even see that a member of their audience was approaching them.

Kane was the kind of man whose only real interest is going to the gym. He worked on his body constantly and the results were incredible. The man was built like a tank, with huge arms and shoulders. Maybe they were just vanity mussels, gained from protein shakes and personal trainers, but they were still intimidating to Joe who looked up at the man with horror on his face.

“How’s it going darling, I’m Kane,” he said, placing his huge body between Mia and Joe.

“I’m here with someone,” Mia said calmly. A dismissive wave of her hand indicated that Kane should leave, but he wasn’t going to be deterred that easily.

“You mean this guy?” Kane said with a laugh. Taking a step back, he looked Joe up and down.

Joe was almost shaking with fear. Even he could see where this was going and he couldn’t see a positive outcome for him. His heart was racing and he thought about running away, but he stayed glued to his seat.

“Why don’t you move along little man,” Kane said, laughing sadistically, “I don’t think that you’re her type.”

Mia rolled her eyes, bored with the whole game already.

As frightened as Joe was there was a primal need that welled up in him, a foolish and archaic desire to fight for his woman.

“I’ve just as much right to be here as you do,” Joe said definitely, staying in his seat.

A smile spread across Kane’s face, clearly overjoyed to have an excuse to show off his strength. Lunging forward, Kane grabbed Joe by the collar and lifted him up. Joe was on his tiptoes, held up by Kane. Everything happened too fast for Joe to even realise what was going on. His head was spinning.

“I said move along,” Kane growled, “are you deaf or something?”

“Hey! Hey!” Joe said desperately grasping for the right words to defuse the tension, “there’s no need for this, come on.”

“I’m going to teach you some fucking respect,” Kane said, starting to shake Joe.

“There’s nothing but respect here,” Joe said, his voice cracking with fear, “honestly, I respect you, I do.”

Kane turned his head towards Mia who was still sitting on the barstool. “Why are you with this coward?” He said, laughing sadistically.

Mia rolled her eyes again. After taking a sip of her beer, she stood up and took a step closer to Kane and too her terrified date.

“Let go of him,” she said simply and sternly, “or you’ll regret it.” She was so calm, so confident, that it even made Kane feel strange. It wasn’t the reaction that he expected from her.

“Come on babe,” he said with a whine in his voice, “I just wanna spend some time with you, is that so wrong?”

Mia placed her small hand on Kane’s arm, making it look even more delicate. Softening her gaze slightly, she looked at Kane and moved her hand up and down his arm a little. Kane smiled, thinking that she was just coming around and starting to admire the body that he had worked so hard on. Then he noticed a glimmer of something else in her eye, just as she grabbed his wrist.

Kane cried out in pain as Mia gripped his wrist hard. Everyone, including Joe, was looking at what was happening with puzzled expressions. As he yelped with pain, Kane let go of Joe. Stumbling back, Joe watched Mia as her little hand brought intense pain to the much larger and stronger man.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me,” Mia said with a smile as she tightened her grip even more.

The huge man fell to his knees on the barroom floor. Everyone was gasping with shock at Mia’s power, but she was smiling as she enjoyed unleashing herself on Kane. Letting go of Kane’s wrist, she laughed to herself. He stared at his wrist, trying to see if it had been broken. While he was checking the damage, Mia decided that she wasn’t done playing with him yet.

Wrapping her slender arm around Kane’s neck with a smooth motion, she griped him in a powerful headlock. He struggled, trying to free himself, but it was hopeless. Somehow Mia was far more powerful than him. He felt humiliated as everyone watched him fighting hopelessly. Everything that he had worked to become came crashing down around him. He wanted to cry.

Looking up at Joe, Mia saw him staring at her in awe. Joe didn’t know what he was expecting, but he knew that it wasn’t that.

“So, Joe,” Mia said casually, giving no sign that what she was doing was requiring any effort. “Do you like powerful women?”

Joe just nodded, astounded by what he’s seeing. Mia smiled and released Kane from the headlock. Still in shock, Kane didn’t move anywhere.

“I think you owe Joe an apology,” she said to Kane.

The look in his eyes was pure fear as, entirely broken, he apologised to Joe.

“Good boy,” Mia said, patronising him heavily. “Now, you stay there and watch our date, okay?”

Kane flinched but agreed for fear of the consequences.  

Joe was still overwhelmed by everything that had happened as Mia turned to him with arousal in her eyes. “Kiss me,” she said softly.

Joe lent in and kissed her. There was a magnetism between them. As soon as she got that contact, she started to kiss him with an almost aggressive passion. He knew that she could do anything that she wanted to him, and it made his cock twitch with excitement.

Her hands started to roam over his body. She tugged his t-shirt off over his head. As strange as it was, passion drove him forward. With her, Joe felt like he could do anything.

“Undress me,” Mia said in a deep and sultry voice as she started to unbuckle Joe’s jeans.

Obediently, he pulled her sundress off over her head. Her body was stunning and he was blown away by it. It made his cock hard as Mia pulled down his underwear to reveal his cock to the whole room.

Everyone was looking at them, shocked by what was happening but too afraid to say anything. Mia had demonstrated her strength and that meant that she was going to take everything that she wanted. At that moment, she wanted to fuck.

They were both naked now. Mia’s beautiful body on show to everyone. They wanted to touch her, she made them aroused, but they didn’t dare try anything. Joe was surprised at how thrilling it was. Things were only just beginning but it was the most exciting sexual experience of his life. He didn’t know that he liked to be watched and he didn’t know that he liked to feel powerless, but it all fulfilled a dream that he never knew he had.

Like it took no effort at all, Mia lifted Joe up onto the bar. He gasped in anticipation of what was about to happen. The bar felt sticky under his skin, it was so seedy and so exciting. Mia was riding a high from asserting her dominance over Kane and the whole room of people. He had underestimated her and now he was regretting it. It made her feel like a goddess and now she was going to show more of her power in a different way.

Kane was shaking with fear and with anger but he didn’t dare move. He just watched as Mia climbed onto the bar. He had made the mistake of underestimating her once and he wasn’t going to do it again. As hard as it was, he suffered through his punishment. He knew that the alternative would be much worse.

Right before she began, Mia turned to look at Kane and smiled. She could see his sad jealous eyes on her body. Even after everything, he still wanted her. It made her feel even stronger.

“Take a good hard look at what you’ll never have,” she said. Mia smiled as she poured salt in the wound and rubbed it in.

Looking down at Joe, she smiled. Mia pressed her wet entrance to the tip of his hard cock. Joe was panting, unbelievably aroused and in desperate need for the release that only Mia could give him.

Slowly, at first, she lowered herself onto him. She let out a low and indulgent moan as Joe’s cock filled her up. She felt tight around Joe’s cock, he rolled his eyes as he entered her.

Then she let herself go and rode him wildly. She bounced up and down with all of her powerful force, pounding Joe’s cock deep inside of her. She was moaning and screaming, putting on a good show for her astounded audience.

Joe clenched his whole body, trying not to cum too soon. He was having so much fun and he wanted her to ride him to her orgasm. He could feel it coming. Her cunt was squeezing his cock as her orgasm started to build. She threw her head back in the height of her ecstasy, nearly screaming from the intense pleasure.

Bouncing wild and rough, she brought herself to a magnificent orgasm. She came screaming and moaning, making sure that everyone in that bar knew that she had ridden herself to a powerful orgasm. Mia’s small body was shaking, but she didn’t seem any less powerful.

With her same rough pace, she continued to ride Joe’s cock. Up and down, she bounced powerfully. It was so rough that it was almost becoming painful, but Joe was so thrilled by the entire situation. Eventually, she drew his orgasm from him. He almost screamed from the most powerful orgasm of his life as she filled herself with his cum.

Once she had taken every drop of cum that Joe had, Mia climbed off the bar and slipped her sundress on as if nothing odd had happened.

“That was perfect,” she said, kissing Joe’s cheek.

Then, as the crowd of astounded strangers parted for her, she left the bar with a smug smile on her face.

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I feel like I’ve been exploring my body and my sexuality for a long time. I know that I have a lot more to explore and experience, but I wasn’t expecting to learn anything new about my body. A new kink? Sure, I think I’ll discover plenty more. A new experience? Yes, I think that there’s a lot more for me to try. Discovering that my body could do something new, something that I had no idea I was capable of, that came as a surprise.

The past year has been a year of calm and peaceful monotony. I write my smutty stories, I try to keep on top of the housework, and I go to bed with my partner. I’m lucky that, unlike so many others, my sex life has still been fun and fulfilling through this stressful year. I know that stress and monotony have killed many sex drives. I’ve had my fun, but the days often seem to blur into one. I’ve been having fun with my partner, and we’ve been doing a decent job of keeping things interesting. In this year where I’ve felt like I’ve been living the same day over and over again though, very little has felt genuinely new. That’s why I was so surprised when I squirted.

I was naked and laying back on the bed. My partner laid between my spread legs, looking at my centre and starting to play with it. I tried to relax but found my mind started to wander a little bit. I looked down at my body and felt a sudden rush of self-doubt. I wanted to play, but all of a sudden I found that my head wasn’t in the right place.

With a smile, my partner reached for the wand vibrator on the nightstand. He looked at me.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

I felt something tense inside me. I knew what the vibrator could do to me. Within moments of it touching me my hips would be bucking and my body would be thrown out of my control. It was thrilling, but with my self-doubt, it was also frightening.

“I don’t know if my head’s in the right place yet,” I said, a little nervous. I didn’t want it to be over, I just wanted to be pulled back into the moment.

My partner placed his hand on my stomach, the large spread of his fingers on my skin made me start to relax right away.

“You are a beautiful and sexy woman… And you deserve an orgasm,” he said, looking into my eyes.

There was a seriousness to the way that he spoke, something that made it clear he was in control. I liked that. The words soothed me, and I felt myself being pulled back into the moment almost instantly. I felt my body relax, ready for whatever it was about to experience. I was in the moment, and I was ready to submit to the pleasure.

“I’m ready,” I said, meaning it deeply.

The vibrator started to buzz and I felt my partner’s strong hand on my thigh. I shuddered as he started to tease me with it. The vibrator on my nipple made me gasp. As it was dragged around my pussy lips, circling in closer and closer to my centre, I could feel my heart starting to race.

Then, releasing a soft moan, I felt the vibrator on my clit. I let my head empty of all thoughts and just fill with the arousal that was starting to pulsate through my whole body. I felt the tensing in my limbs, preparing for the great release that was only moments away. Lifting my arms up above my head, I gripped the pillow hard.

My whole body jolted with the force of my orgasm as I let out the unrestrained sounds of my desire. The wildfire of that orgasm tore through me almost violently. I welcomed it though, all of that uncontrollable pleasure. I submitted to my body, let the pleasure take it without holding anything back.

I came down from the orgasm, but my partner continued to toy with me. I rolled my eyes, thrashing my head from side to side as the pleasure moved me. There was more left in me.

My partner pressed the vibe to my clit, pressing it down and lifting it up in a perfect rhythm. He was teasing me with it, bringing my body slowly back up to that orgasmic state. It was working. With every touch of the vibe, my body jolted with pleasure. Each touch became more powerful than that last until, finally, I felt a second orgasm take me.

I moaned deeply, feeling the shot of arousal tightening me somewhere deep inside. I came, my body jolting with pleasure. Then I felt it, the rush of something wet flowing between my legs. I startled, unsure what I was feeling. I sat up in that small moment of panic.

“Something’s happening… I don’t know… What is that?” I asked. My first thought was that my period had come suddenly and early, that the warm liquid flowing down me was blood. It wasn’t blood though.

“You’re squirting!” My partner said excitedly. “Relax,” he said, with another wide smile.

My eyes were wide with excitement, I was squirting. Laying back, I relaxed and let it happen. I was making a mess, sure, but I didn’t let it worry me.

The vibe was pressed back down on my clit. I jolted again, feeling that pleasure building back up at an incredible rate. It all happened so quickly, but I was cumming again. I felt the liquid flow out of me as I shook and came. It was incredible. I was so excited and the pleasure was intense.

My partner kept up his rhythm, pressing the vibe to my clit and drawing out orgasm after orgasm. They came one after the other. As I grunted with the pleasure of them, the fluid flowed out of me. At one point, an especially powerful orgasm, the fluid shot out of me. Each one made me smile wide. I was so excited and thrilled by what my body was doing, and those orgasms just kept coming.

I’m still not sure exactly why and how it happened, though I plan to experiment with it a lot in the near future. Maybe it was the quick consecutive orgasms that caused the squirting. It could have been the rhythm of the vibe.

I know that the way my partner made me feel, safe to experience whatever my body threw at me with his full support, was a huge part of it. My partner made sure I knew that my pleasure was important. He made me feel relaxed enough to let it consume me entirely. The atmosphere of judgement free pleasure and curiosity gave my body the room it needed to open my eyes to even more possibilities.

In February 2020 I was working temp jobs as a receptionist, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with myself. I knew that I loved to write, especially about sex, but I couldn’t see a way to make any real money off this. I had self-published a few short erotica pieces, but I felt like no one was seeing them. Though I was trying to find the right path, it all felt a little hopeless.

When I created an account on Fiverr, advertising myself as a custom erotic story writer, my hopes weren’t all that high. I couldn't imagine that many people would even be interested in hiring me to write their stories with so much smut available for free, but I wanted to give it a go. Even if I was writing for next to nothing at first, I was still doing what I loved and knowing that at least one person was going to read it.

To my surprise, the orders started to come in. By that time, it was clear that the world was about to change. My temp job ended and I knew that it wouldn’t be much use looking for another with all the offices about to close. I decided to try writing custom stories full time. I was lucky to have enough savings and people supporting me that I could afford to fail, and it felt like the perfect time.

At first, I was working for next to nothing. I loved what I was doing though, and so I kept going. Getting to talk to people about their fantasies and to bring them to life on the page was a dream. The way that people reacted to the stories I wrote for them was exhilarating.

Every glowing 5* review that I got built my confidence more and more. I put my prices up, and the work continued to come in. I started to realise that I might actually be able to make a living doing what I love.

I was doing something that I loved and I was feeling like I was doing some good in the world too. I was writing stories for people that were bringing them pleasure and joy. I was using everything that I have learnt about kink and BDSM to help people explore themselves and to learn new things about their sexuality.

Making that Fiverr account was this little stab in the dark that has led to me being able to write full time. I'm so glad that I put myself out there and gave it a shot. Over the past year, I have grown so much as a writer and as a businesswoman. I have learnt so much and gained so much confidence. There is so much more that I want to do and more that I want to achieve, but I feel like I’m on the right path. I’m doing something that I love, and I’m making an impact in people’s lives.

Everyone was asking how it felt to be home again. To my family I faked a smile and said that I was happy to see them again, to friends I brushed it off as “a bit shit but I’ll pull through”, but the truth was that the idea of this being my “home” made me nauseous.

This house and this town had always felt suffocatingly small. Having escaped it all once only to be dragged back again made the whole thing even more difficult to swallow. Having spent over a year in my own flat where I had total freedom (I could pass out drunk on the bathroom floor, I could bring back whoever I wanted, could be as loud as I wanted) I had almost forgotten how awful it was under my parent’s roof.

My first morning waking up alone in that single bed again, I found myself emerging very reluctantly from a dream. A series of hazy erotic images of a man in that single bed with me as I rub myself desperately. I would drift almost but not quite awake enough to touch myself then slip back into a dream of a man pounding me from behind as I play with my clit. All the while I can hear all too clearly the chatter of my parents in the kitchen downstairs, their proximity always far too present in my mind and keeping me always a little too far from the release that seemed to become more and more important.

When I finally pulled myself out from all levels of the erotic nightmare, I was exhausted and frustrated and dripping wet. I had chased that orgasm through hell and had nothing to show for it. I needed to get out of that house.

Without even taking the time to shower I pulled on some clothes and left the house with just a “going out” shouted in the vague direction of my parents.

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I walked with a determined purpose into the trees and the wilderness behind them. It felt like if I stopped walking I would scream or cry so I kept going until my legs were aching so much it felt like I might collapse.  

I walked until I was on the edge of being lost, as far as I could get from that house. I could have been miles from any house. Taking a deep breath, I lay down on the slightly damp earth. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees. I pulled up the skirt of my dress a little way to feel the warmth on my thighs.

For a moment I just listened to the noises of the woods, the wind and the birds. I just enjoyed the distance I put between me and my parents. Then I relaxed and let the dreams come back to me.

I imagined strong hands on my thighs, pulling my legs apart. Thick fingers pushing into me, sliding easily into my wetness. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm building. I rubbed myself as gently as I could bear, not wanting it to all be over too soon. I could almost feel my imagined stranger holding me down and pounding me.

That was when I opened my eyes for a moment and spotted him. Just a little way off but with a clear view of me. It’s possible that if I hadn’t been waiting for this for so long then I might have stopped but I didn’t stop, not even for a second. The man smiled at me and I opened my legs a little more so he could get an even better view of my glistening cunt and my fingers rubbing my clit. He smiled and nodded to encourage me.

The man was tall and strong, not in the way that male models look strong, but like a man who has a real strength that has been built up from needing to use it. His clothes were worn and this hair had grown out and fell in messy curls. Around that smirk he wore as he watched me was an untrimmed beard.

I could see his cock straining against his jeans. With my eyes, I begged him to take it out. I wanted desperately to watch him spray cum while watching me. He had so much control.

He gave me one more nod and my moans echoed off the trees around me as my whole body shook with the force of my orgasm. I tried to keep my eyes open. I wanted to watch him watch me fall apart. But it was so strong that I couldn’t.

I lay in the dirt and the leaves as I came down from it. When I looked up he was out of earshot, walking the other way in no hurry but taking large strides.

After such a long wait and build up my orgasm had felt so powerful and I was exhausted. I wanted to run after him and beg him to fuck me senseless but I let him walk away.

___

It had been a while since I had made my quick exit from the quaint prison cell I had somehow landed myself in, so I brushed as much of the woods of myself as I could and started the long walk back.  

“Where the fuck is she?” I heard my father shout as I walked up to the back door of the house.

“How should I know?” My mother almost screamed the words at him.

How long had they been shouting over my absence? I felt sick as I opened the door. The fact that anyone would feel the need to always know where I was made my eyes fill up with hot angry tears.

“Hi” I called hesitantly. My mother appeared in the hallway instantly.

“Sweetie,” she said, “where have you been?”

“I just went for a walk,” I said “I’m going to go have a shower”

“Okay sweetie,” she said to me then called back to my father “she went for a walk”

I couldn’t stay downstairs with them so I locked the bathroom door and ran the hot tap, I was going to be in there for a while.

The light summer dress was covered in dirt from the forest floor. I shook it off and brushed the loose dirt off my legs too. Laying there, I had gotten quite sweaty and the dirt and leaves had clung to me. Not to mention how the hair between my legs was still dripping with the lust I had built up.

I lowered myself into the almost too hot water and instantly relaxed. The steam rose up from the water, I cupped my hands and poured a handful of water over my face to wash away the beads of sweat that the steam had produced. Picking up a little bottle of soap, I smelled the contents and the floral scent filled my nose. I rubbed a small amount between my hands and the white gel foamed up. Covering my small breasts with the velvety foam, the smell filled the whole bathroom. I continued to cover myself in bubbles, paying extra attention to rubbing the soap through my pubic hair.

I thought about my woodland man. Everything about him made a flash of arousal shoot through my stomach. Most of all it was his strength and his control. He could take me by force, hold me down and fuck me no matter how much I struggled. But he could tell how badly I needed him so he restrained himself. He tried to tease me and he succeeded. I was even more frustrated than I was that morning.

___

Once the bath water got too cold I realised that I couldn't sulk in the bath all night. I wrung out my hair, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked downstairs to make a cup of tea.

I stared at the kettle as the water bubbled more and more, waiting impatiently for it to come to the boil and click off. Holding the towel in place with one hand, I poured the water slowly and heaped in the sugar.

Then I heard the back door open into the kitchen and my father entered.

“Thank you so much for dropping by,” he said before turning to me and saying in an aggressive but quiet voice “why do you have to fucking walk around like that?”

I was about to turn and make an attempt to defend myself but I heard a laugh that sent a shiver through my centre. It was a low gravelly chuckle with an echo of something familiar. I was almost unsurprised when I turned to see him. It was the man who had watched me and made me feel so much with just a nod of his head, the man who I needed so badly to close the space between us.

“I’m Ian” he held out his hand to me. His voice was just what I had imagined it would be and he smiled at me with that same knowing composure that he had earlier that day.

I struggled to keep control. Overwhelmed by the idea of touching him, here in front of my father. I fumbled to swap the hand I was using to hold up my towel then gently placed my hand in his. He squeezed me with his hand, it was tanned and rough from years of working outdoors.

“Violet” I replied, concentrating as hard as I could on making sure the word came out at the right pitch.

“Ian lives in the cottage north of here, just through the woods,” my father said as I tried my best not to stare “he’s going to be doing some work on the house for us, so you’ll be seeing him around a lot these next few days”

Suddenly being at home didn’t feel so bad any more. This beautiful bear of a man would be hanging around. My heart fluttered thinking of what might happen if I could get him alone. Under the towel, I could feel my nipples getting hard and sensitive pressing against the fabric and my pussy getting wet all over again. I was nervous that it would drip down my leg a little too far and they would be able to see.

“You have a beautiful daughter,” Ian said to my father. I smiled politely and thought this moment best to leave.

From the hall my father had his back to me and Ian had a clear view so I took my chance. My opportunity to try and tease him the way he was teasing me. I let my towel fall open for a moment. I exposed everything from my small perky breasts to the soft curls between my legs.

From his face you never would have known, he kept control. But he did give me a subtle wink so show his appreciation.  

___

I didn’t sleep much that night. All I could do was dream up fantasies involving Ian. Almost exactly I could build his voice inside my head. Over and over that night I imagined him, in that deep gravelly voice, commanding me to cum for him.

That morning I was out of bed unusually early. There was a nervousness fluttering about in my chest, possibly a sort of excitement. I had spent hours thinking about him slipping his fingers into me at risky moments so I wore a short skirt to have the best chance of it happening. After dressing I went downstairs to wait hopefully for Ian to arrive.

I settled into a seat at the kitchen table with a good view of the back garden and the path out of the woods that I assumed he would take from his cottage. For a while, I tried to read but I was too distracted so after a few minutes I just pretended to.

At about 9:30 he emerged from the trees. I tried not to turn and look too suddenly, though he was sure to know that I was waiting for him. I assumed that he could know everything about me by just looking at me, the way he smiled told me that.

There was no haste in his movements, he walked with heavy purposeful strides. With him he carried a large tool box and two tins of paint but the way he moved made it look like they weighed nothing. Could he have carried that all the way through the woods?

He walked all the way up to the back door without either of my parents showing up. I think my father was watching TV in the living room and my mother was in town. The realisation that we were about to be alone together suddenly dawned on me. He let himself in and gave me that signature smile again.

“Morning,” he said without breaking eye contact.

“Hey” was all I could manage at first but I needed to bring the conversation further, all I could think to say was something along the lines of begging him to bend me over the table and fuck me until I cry but I went with “how’re you?”

He didn’t even get a chance to reply before my father strode into the room with a newspaper under his arm greeting Ian then going straight into instructing Ian on what he wanted him to do that day.

When my father left the room, Ian took the chance to hang back for a few seconds. Just long enough for him to come over to me and whisper “you’re trying to tease me in that skirt”. He placed his hand on my thigh, with a softness that I didn’t think his large paws would be capable of. His fingertips just brushed against my hair and then was removed suddenly. I struggled to not groan or beg.

Then he was gone, following my father and discussing bottom coats as if nothing had happened. It took all the restraint I had not to push my fingers into my cunt right there but I wanted to play his game. To be his play thing. I wanted to do it right.

___

I went up into my room to try and recover my poise. It didn’t work but I did figure out what my next move would be. I was going to let him know that I was his, that I wanted to play the game his way. I was not at all intimidated by how he dominated every interaction we had, I wanted to submit to it.

From my bedroom, I listened carefully to the old house and the people in it. My father was in the next room with Ian, still chatting about what he wanted him to do with the space. There was also a lot of noise of furniture being moved around so I couldn’t quite clearly hear the voices.

Once I heard footsteps going down the stairs I waited a few minutes and moved quietly into the hall. Ian had started working, stripping the wallpaper. He used a machine that seemed to be making hot steam to loosen the paper and then he scraped at it, taking it off in large strips. I thought that he was oblivious to my presence, that maybe he didn’t hear my footsteps over the sound of the steamer, but he could feel my gaze.

He flipped the off switch and without turning around said, “can I help you?”

I was startled but didn’t back away. Instead, I took a few steps towards him. He turned to face me and, without any change in his expression, gestured with his hand for me to come even closer. Obviously, I obeyed. How could I do anything else?

Without touching he pulled me towards him until he had me at arm’s length. Then he held just the tips of his fingers against my chest to keep me in place there.

“You want me?” He whispered but it was almost not a question, it was clear that I wanted him. I needed him, pathetically and desperately.

I nodded.

“Say it.” he smiled but there was a hint of something darker in his eyes.

“I want you” my voice broke slightly under the pressure “I want you. I want to be yours. Play with me. Use me”

His smile got a little bit wider, that was what he wanted to hear. Yet he still stared at me expectantly, there was something more.

It dawned on me “please” I pleaded. “Please,” I said, more carefully this time “please use me”.

He pressed the full expanse of his hand on my chest, my skin felt almost too hot under his touch, then he dragged his fingertips along my shoulder and down my arm. With that one hand on my arm, he pulled me close so that I could feel his breath on my ear, making me shiver and causing little lightning flashes of arousal to shoot through me with every word.

“You’ll be a good slut for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You’ll do whatever I say, only get to feel pleasure when I say, and be grateful for it?” I didn't know I could feel so close to cumming with just a voice.

“Yes,” I said, using all my control not to beg for release.

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I saw Brittany at the bar long before she saw me. It had been years since we had worked together and, as is often the case, we had mostly lost touch since then. She didn’t look much older but her make up was very light and classy and, though her clothes were fairly casual, everything was very neat.

There had always been a chemistry between us, she would jokingly call me her ‘work boyfriend’, and I had always wondered if that could blossom into something more. The flirting was fun, but I always felt like we were teasing each other a little too much and I wanted more.

I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around to see me. The smile she gave me was instant and with nothing held back. As soon as I saw that smile it was clear to me that there was still something between us.

As I opened my arms to embrace her, she pressed her whole body into mine and wrapped her arms around me to pull us as close together as possible. I could feel the curves of her body under her clothes. The little dip of the waist before it curved out into her hips against my hand and her pert breasts pressing into my chest.

She let out a little sigh, her breath hot against my ear. Turning my head, my lips brushed against her cheek. There were sparks there. I half expected her to pull away suddenly but she turned her head towards me too, dragging her soft lips along my cheek. It felt as if there was a force outside of myself that was pulling my lips towards her, and she seemed to feel it too.

Her lips gently brushed against mine and a sort of wild passion seemed to overwhelm the both of us. Opening her mouth, she welcomed my tongue as we began to kiss deeply. She was tugging at my clothes as we kissed passionately. It was clear that we both felt the need to get closer than this. Taking charge, I offered to get us a room at the hotel next door.

The excitement dragged us along to the room in a hot daze. As I fumbled with the key card, Brittany was rocking back and forth onto her toes with an eager impatience. When I opened the door, we tumbled into the room in a rush to get at each other’s bodies.

We kissed, a deep and indulgent kiss, and I started to paw at her body over her clothes. I helped her out of her shirt, revealing a black lacy bra, and kissed the soft flesh of her chest. Already, the bulge in the front of my trousers had grown painfully hard and was demanding to be freed.

I lifted Brittany and dropped her onto the bed. Gasping as she fell, she gave me a wide eyed look of pure arousal. In a rush, I pulled off my clothes. Brittany went to move towards me, wanting to take hold of my throbbing erection, but I was desperate to get her out of her clothes. I unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them off as she unhooked her bra and threw it off the bed. She was wearing a black lace thong that matched the bra, maybe she had also been fantasizing that our reunion would end this way.

Pulling off her white cotton socks I was instantly drawn to her feet. Delicate little things, with high arches, and the nails painted a beautiful blue. I kissed the sole of her foot and Brittany let out a little sigh of pleasure at the contact. Wanting to push it a little further, I took her big toe in my mouth and carefully watched her reaction. Moaning softly, she shut her eyes to really feel the sensation. I started to suck harder, drawing more moans from her pretty mouth, and then started to explore further. I licked the sole of her foot, from heel to toe, following the curve of her high arches. As I went to work on her toes, darting my tongue between them, Brittany seemed overwhelmed with pleasure.  She gasped and moaned and occasionally let out an encouraging little ‘ohh...yes’.

After I had worshipped both her feet, I felt unbelievably aroused. My cock was dripping with pre cum from so much arousal. Tearing away her thong, I pounced on her. Her little cunt was so pretty and dripping wet with its dew.

I sucked on one of her nipples as she begged me to take her. “Please,” she moaned, “please fuck me.”

Lifting and spreading her legs for me, Brittany moaned as I started to push my cock into her. The release I felt as her hot wet cunt welcomed me was unbelievable. It had been worth the wait and the teasing. The build up had been so long and so hot that I was not ready to hold back anything. Slamming the full length of my cock into her, she cried out with pleasure. With long rough strokes, I fucked her relentlessly. Increasing my speed, faster and faster, Brittany writhed and moaned on the bed.

Panting, she pushed me away, trying to get me to stop. “I want to be on top,” she said with a grin as she repositioned herself.

Her hair a mess and her skin glistening with a light layer of sweat, she looked stunning as she started to lower herself onto my cock. Letting out a long and powerful moan, she impaled herself on my stiff cock. Once she had pushed it in as far as it would go she let the pleasure take control of her. Wildly, she bounced up and down, moaning and screaming with pleasure. I felt the inside of her cunt start to spasm and tighten, it felt like she was trying to milk the cum from me. Her orgasm was powerful, she seemed to be completely at the mercy of the pleasure she was getting from my body.

Once the waves of it had mostly finished hitting her, she climbed off and lay down on the bed beside me. Standing up, I ran my hand over her trembling body. Though she seemed exhausted, my touch brought back a little of that passion. Falling to her knees at my feet, she kissed my still hard cock.

Covering me in kisses she begged, “please cover my face in cum.”

I smiled as I looked down at her and told her to lick her cunt juices off my cock. My cock was very sensitive and I moaned as she licked her cum from me. She cleaned me as thoroughly as she could and then she started to take my cock further and further into her mouth.

Bobbing her head back and forth she shoved my cock deep into her throat, desperate for my cum.

Grabbing her by the hair I pulled her back so that my cock was just out of reach of her mouth. “You want my cum to cover your face? You want to be soaked with it?” I growled as she nodded, “suck me harder then.”

With a wild enthusiasm, she sucked and sucked at me. Every trick she had, she threw at me desperate for my cum. She had so much skill and her begging me was so hot that I was ready to cum. I was desperate for it too. I had to give her what she wanted.

Holding her by her hair I came. My spunk squirted powerfully over her face, covering her with it. She moaned as it hit her, wave after wave of it. Smiling as the cum covered her, dripping into her mouth and off her chin onto her breasts. She even licked the final drops of it from the tip of my cock.

It seemed she was hungry for more. I went to clean up and get ready for another round. It had been even better than my fantasies and I was not going to stop just yet.