On The Shorts

Many apologies to my regular readers for the tiny tiny stories. My new muse is a peach. I adore him, but holy shit he has sharp teeth. He's inspired much more writing that what I've been posting here, but I don't feel comfortable putting it up just now. Part of the reason is that I'm being selfish and wanting to keep it all to myself just now, but I'm also a little self-conscious because he reads this blog. Also because he writes his own erotica that I personally think is better than mine. There may be longer bits posted later, or possibly even a collaborative story. For now everyone say hi to The Boy.

Vignette 3

I can't see anything through the blindfold, but I can hear and feel him hovering just out of reach of my hungry mouth. When he pulls me forward by my collar and says "Fucking suck my cock. Suck it like a whore," I get so wet I could easily slide right off the chair. It's a good thing I've been shackled to it.