This View

I’m bent over
Looking down
Sweat dripping off my face.
This view is one of my favorites

Your legs behind mine
My knees still red
From earlier fun
My ass will soon match

I watch your toes curl
Your calf muscles tense
Your thighs strong and thick
Carrying your rhythmic movements

As you fuck me and fill me
Deep and rough
Like thunder rolling
I can’t catch my breath

I watch my body shaking
Your hands on my breasts
Pulling me tight against you
I love that you spoil me

I turn and look
I see that wicked grin
Please let me have this view
Again and again





Fifty-three spankings. That’s what he promised me as punishment for my disrespect. A black and purple ass is what I woke up with. It hurts to sit down, and every time I do, I remember thinking that his spankings were light compared to what I was used to. After about twenty I realized why he wasn’t hitting me with all his strength. He didn’t need to. The continuous impact of his palm on my bare skin was all that was necessary. Continue reading “Fifty-three”

Once More

It’s been so long
The years flew by
But now the minutes
I’m counting are creeping

That old feeling
You’ve brought it back
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t stop picturing you

Those beautiful eyes
That devilish smile
In front of me now
Just want to kiss you

Better than I remember
Your lips your hands
Your tongue
I want more

You left me
The scent of your cock
On my hands
Your taste in my mouth

Body shaking
Lips tingling
Light headed
Wet between my legs

I need more
Once more please
I need to feel you
Before you leave me again





Some of my stories may seem a bit….non-consensual. This disclaimer is to assure you that the characters I write about are fictional. They may be real fantasies, but nothing more. Some of them may appear underage, due to their situations, but I assure you, they are at least 18 and completely ok with what they are involved in. They love it, I promise. That being said, please do not mistake fantasy for reality and try to recreate these stories….unless you’re into role-playing, in which case, be as dirty and taboo as you wish.


Lucy Purr

Good Dog

The minute I walk in the door, you order me to strip and get on my hands and knees. The hardwood floor hurts my bare skin but I know better than to speak up. I keep my eyes down wondering what plans you have for me. I hear you pick something up off the table. You push my hair aside and I feel the cold weight of a metal collar being wrapped around my neck. Then I hear a click and feel myself being tugged forward. “Come on girl, let’s go outside.” Continue reading “Good Dog”