Fiction Relay Part 12 ~ Don’t Let The Dead Talk
This is part 12 of the Fiction Relay hosted on Sex Matters by May More. The previous episode(11) can be found here. Summary – To
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‘Dr Clarke’s Desk’, by Elk Vilianni
Image by Pexels from Pixabay ‘Dr Clarke’s Desk’, by Elk Vilianni “Good Lord! How utterly peculiar,” exclaimed Mother, staring at the letter that she had just sliced open
Fiction as Self Control? by Elk Vilianni
Last week I wrote story, ‘Shani’, and shared it for #WickedWednesday. It was the first time I had participated in this meme, the first time
‘Shani’, by Elk Vilianni
Shani was two years older than me but ours was a small community and I was an only child so she was more like a
Ravishing {A Wedding}
Time froze as me and Beatrice sneak from our place turning into the driveway, stopping. ‘Know how to jack a car?’ she looks at me
Lamia
I have dreams of you; seduction sedition my succuba divinia she-wolf vamp, mistress of desire-come to me or are you indeterminable masked obscured by him
An Honorable Bottom
After some photos he asked me: “Can I take one ordinary photo of you without your cock or your balls sticking out? You know, one
Why I shouldn’t enter the Smut Marathon (but you should)
A sort of review of Marsha Adams’ 2018/19 experiences If you’re thinking about entering the Smut Marathon, but you have doubts, I can understand that.
Rainy day in heavens
This is my story that I wanted to share with anyone with similar experience. I don’t need anything in change, publicity, fame or money. It
Rituals
We are both physically disabled, Silverdrop and I. She is a wheelchair user. We were both relatively fit and healthy when we met, some 20
The Middle of the Bed
This post was inspired by friends discussing sleeping arrangements and expectations in different kinds of relationships. It got me thinking about my own attitude to
Wordless
They fucked in the darkness. Facedown on the bed as he held her there. Her left hand gripping the tangled bedsheets as she exulted in
Touch
There is something about you, as clichéd as it sounds. It frustrates me that I cannot put my finger on it because I want to do
The Art Of Sharing
Mona likes the idea of fucking strangers and her husband is eager to offer his assistance. He arranges the trysts, carefully selecting each of her
Shelly Finds The One
He’s looking at the door jamb as he goes through to make sure he doesn’t bump his head. He didn’t have much room on either
Afternoon alone?
Written by Secret2all for the prompt ‘Telephone’. She had been sitting there for at least 20 minutes waiting for the phone to ring. When it