Preorder Wicked Bites (March 1, 2024) and Sweet Tidbits (June 14, 2024)! Both these collections contain some of my filthiest and most intense erotica stories…and if you read Filthy Morsels, then you’ll find a few familiar characters whose stories were continued in both these anthologies. Follow the #WickedBites hashtag on Twitter for excerpts; for previews from Sweet Tidbits, the Chat is still open for excerpt requests.
In case you missed it, there’s been new erotica posted to my blog. The breeding story got more parts added. A twisted father-in-law story. A sci-fi story (maybe my first in this genre?). I shared more of the baby slut story; it has its own tag. This story about patronage…
What I’m working on: Ella and Billy’s story has taken off. Obeying Mr. Shannon continues to make progress. Additionally, the following stories have been moving forward (incrementally, but even so, worth noting if only for myself to chart progress):
The BDSM-as-religion stories, might be a small collection of just two or three longer stories
A D/s relationship in four parts, playing out across four seasons, a short novella
A story set in a very private, off-the-grid, self-sustaining patriarchal community, a short novella
“At the Club” [MF/f]
“Oooh!” the woman squealed. She laughed a little breathlessly. “That feels so good. Do it again — give her another!”
Fingernails dug into her hair, lightly scratching her scalp as the woman forced Emma’s face deeper between her thighs. Emma could feel the woman’s juices smeared against her nose and chin. There was no escape, nothing she could do other than lick. And lick, and lick.
The flogger slapped a steady rhythm against her own swollen, slick folds. With her legs bound into this inflexibly spread position, Emma felt keenly the open air against her cunt, offering a scant balm between the repeated kiss of the flogger.
Her grunts each time the flogger landed on her sex were buried in the stranger’s pussy.
“Harder, harder,” the woman cried. “God I love the way she tongues me when you flog her. Is her pussy very red?”
“Red and hot,” Emma’s boyfriend promised. “And dripping.”
“I knew she was a slut,” the woman said breathlessly. “As soon as you posted her picture in the forum. I could tell straight off. What’s her name?”
“Emmy,” Adam replied.
“Emmy is being such a good girl right now, isn’t she,” the woman cooed. “Her first visit to the club, isn’t it?”
“Her first as my slave, yes. Emmy's a chef. She catered the New Year’s Eve party.”
“Oh, the food was divine that night,” a new voice entered the conversation. “You say your slave was responsible for it?”
“Yes. I’ll make sure to get you her information later in case you're interested in her catering services.”
“And what about the other services she provides?” the new voice said, prompting a round of knowing chuckles.
“I can give her a five-star rating for both her food and her pussy-licking skills,” the woman declared, her thighs flexing around Emma’s face as she rolled her hips under Emma’s ministrations. Shamelessly riding Emma’s face. Humping Emma’s tongue.
“That night was actually how we met,” Adam shared. “At the stroke of midnight Emmy was on her knees in the kitchen giving a New Year’s Eve kiss to my cock. Sweet girl.”
“I've been thoroughly enjoying your posts about her induction on the message board,” someone said. “After Kay’s done with her mouth, I’d like to use her as well, if you’re amenable. See for myself how the anal training is going.”
“Of course. Emmy would be happy to oblige. I think you’ll find the training plugs I’ve been using on her have done their job.”
“Are you using her regularly back there?”
“You could say so. I haven’t fucked her cunt in over a week. In fact,” Emmy’s boyfriend gave the flogger an extra hard flick against her wantonly splayed sex, “this flogger is the only thing Emmy’s felt touching her bare little pussy in seven days. Making her cunt no-touch is working a treat to get her excited about having things thrust up her bottom. This girl needs to have something filling her holes to make her happy.”
Listening to this conversation about her was so humiliating. She knew about the forum. Sometimes Adam told her, when he made his video recordings and took photos of her, that he was planning on uploading them to the club’s private message board. Sometimes he did it when he had her cuddled on his lap, reading his posts out loud as he drafted them, while she buried her hot face in his chest, shaking her head in denial of his words, only telling the degrading truth, moaning occasionally at the shame of it. These people, strangers to her, have seen her gasping under the spray of Adam’s urine painting her face, licking cum off the floor, crawling naked…barking and whining like a dog…seen her beg Adam to fuck her, insert awful plugs and other toys inside her…
“Ohh, ohhh, ohhh,” the woman gasped out a cry as she came, her sex convulsing on Emma’s tongue, gushing more wetness over the lower half of Emma’s face. She gave a shivering, full-bodied sigh of delight. “Oh my goodness! That was lovely. Thank you, pet.”
Now that her duty was done, the flogging ceased. Emma’s cunt felt swollen and tender. She felt so wet, she was certain she’d leaked copiously. She raised her head, hoping Adam would remove the blindfold, and maybe clean her face.
Instead, she got a hand pushing her head down, until her cheek pressed into a soft cushion. Someone’s hands were palming the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart. Commenting on the whorl of her asshole. A slippery, oiled finger touched her there, sinking into the knuckle.
She remembered the words Adam told her she must say, when someone penetrated her holes. “Oh….thank you!”
Laughter ran through the group gathered around her. Someone complimented Adam on his well-mannered slut. They meant her…she was his slut. Politely thanking a stranger for violating her bottom.
What I’m listening to: “Precious Possession” by Anna Wise. Given the lyrics, am I supposed to find this song sexy? I’m not sure though I do, in a slightly guilty way.
What I’m reading: I devoured Mila Kane’s booklist over the long weekend in January. She writes dark bully romances, which is not a trope/genre I read much of, but her books really did it for me. Dominant, controlling, possessive male characters engaging in some very wrong behavior—you know the kind, 🚩🚩🚩 toxic in real life, hot in fiction and fantasy. Some blissfully filthy sex scenes, and I mean filthy in the wicked, wanton way. I fell for all of it. Start with Wicked Heir.
What I’m wondering: I have posted several stories recently that have inspired me to write subsequent parts to it. Were there stories that left you wanting even more parts? Which one should I continue adding new parts to?
I am dying for more of the farm couple and their livestock!
Hi, Elle! I'm really curious how Brigitte and her fellow 'subjects' are handled and how they develop into their new role.