Erotic Fictions
I write and draw erotic fictions. Kinky texts about domination, made with the dirty ink of a black ballpoint pen. Fiction is great to talk about reality. It unfolds alt-worlds.
Do you want me to push a little further, a little deeper, read my texts. The title always say it all. Which one will you pick first?
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Private Nurse
Good morning. I am your nurse. The Dr. Clitterhouse told me to tell you the operation was a charm. You became the one you dreamed of being. I know you get excited about the strangest things…
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Porn Junkie
You watch porn. Until that day you found this first picture of your wife — online. She knows you like humiliation. Oddly, it excited you to discover her. You fantasized about sucking Them, with Her…
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Pro Hedonist
I am a professional hedonist. A rich old bitch, Ivy-educated, secret keeper, sexy dinner date, wine connoisseur, travel companion, and their favorite slut. Here for epicurean adventures. Follow them…
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Sexual Surveillance
When the January 6 insurrection occurred, they had been doing this for months: using the video surveillance recognition system to spot the peculiarities of visitors.
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Boxing Day
You are tired of being a punching bag at the table. You are freaky, and you are not going to change it. How stressful could be the Holiday Season! I thought that the best solution to your problem would be an abduction.
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Sissy Mangina
Train your sissy mangina. Please your dominant mistress. Lock your clitty. Open your mangina. Stretch your mind.
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Broken toy
You stand in front of me. Properly tied. Delicately gagged. You don’t move. Well, you can’t move. You hear me say “…a blind toy ready to play with.” We are fragile! That’s what we are. We all know how weak the body is.
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Free sex
I was desperate for a hookup. Everybody would smell it at first sight, and rejected me after I paid for the first drink. Wasn’t I capable of getting free sex? I would have done anything for free. Give a chance to some free sex.
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Sex, lies, and ropes
The hunting season has started, and many predators drink their early morning coffee inside a hunting box in an isolated country. Not me, I hate the countryside. I am a city hunter. I take my coffee at the corner
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Even Sex
I wanted to forget about sex. Because — even sex… I am so average. I wanted to forget myself in that club. In the restroom, I found a back entry to Heaven. I cannot remember the club but I saw Eve with her snake.
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Ice Cream
I wanted badly an ice cream, but pretended not to know him. He was cute at the corner booth. A middle-aged man with no taste. Dressed like a college teacher. Proud Member of the Wifey-dunno-fuck-anymore Club.
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Excuse my French
This is what my Parisian lover is telling me. I love when he speaks French but Is it below the English that refers to it? What is this insanity? It is what he means? I guess my boyfriend is one of these dirty French!
