Wank Wednesday :: Flame
I’m running a little late, but here’s a quick bit of smut for Wank Wednesday. The prompt is ‘Flame’. Naughty words are below the jump. (18+ only, please)
I’m running a little late, but here’s a quick bit of smut for Wank Wednesday. The prompt is ‘Flame’. Naughty words are below the jump. (18+ only, please)
Today’s prompt for Word Ejeculation’s Wank Wednesday is Echo. The following ficlet is decidedly on the filthy side. 18+ only, please.
Today’s prompt for Word Ejeculation’s Wank Wednesday is Move. Full ficlet is below the jump. Warning: This post is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. 18+ only.
This began as a post for Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt, “Wire.” But it turned into something rather different. I’m posting it anyway. … Wire “There are so many options,” he said. As he spoke, he selected one bright bloom and then another. “Jasmine for grace and lilac for love.” She…
The first thing I thought of when I saw the #WankWednesday prompt this week was Tori Amos’ Cloud on My Tongue. Lyrics by Ms. Amos are included in italics. Warning: This post is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. 18+ only. The stereo is set to repeat, and it is the wistful…
For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt. … View In my mind, I lie beneath him, arms restrained above my head, my own panties in my mouth. Rough lips and teeth move up and down my skin, a finger between spread legs and then a bite against my hip. There are harsh…
For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt. … Listen “Did you hear that?” He was sitting so close to me; all I could hear was his breath. “No,” I whispered, giggling slightly, but then he grabbed my hand. Squeak. His eyes widened, and he gestured with his head toward the rooms upstairs.…
Another stab at Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompts. … Fawn I watch the way you look at them, your eyes on her hand as she feeds him, your brow creasing as she simpers. Fawns. Placing my hand on your thigh beneath your skirt, close to the rope you wear beneath your…
Another stab at Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompts. … Cream It was the little white dot on her nose. She set the carton down before looking around to see if she’d been caught drinking cream from the carton before adding it to the bowl. She didn’t see me. So the mixer…
Aisling Weaver is kind enough to post prompts every Friday on her site. Just for fun I thought I’d give it a go. … Pinned I used to hate when he would pin me down. It felt too vulnerable, too weak, and I would stiffen up. And not in the…