Sploshing Stories

Fuck it, I'm videotaping it. Something I should've thought of before I coated my hands in custard, but impulse knows no such thing as good timing. Nor was it good timing that the urge overtook me while my partner, lovely as they are, teaches online lessons to bored college students in the adjacent room. Being quiet was never my forte. Tripod set, I can't believe I'm actually doing this. If my partner finds out what I've d...

Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm. The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto. Humiliated, the shutter clicks. Already, my pussy drips. The more your gaze devours, the more it smears, the more I sink. 'Amateur Models Wanted. No nudity. No Sex.' Said I needed quick cash. My ruined image feeds your fetish....

Mia buffed the huge wooden cross in the white basement, deltoids aching as she remembered last night’s muffled cries.  The debased satisfaction she knew the clients always felt with Baun.  She’d hated every moment of listening to it, though a part of her always wished the mess she cleaned was messier.   Sighing, she wiped her brow with her forearm.  Took a few steps back, looking at the cross from every angle to make sure...