Quick Smut Volume 3: Cut Yourself a Switch

She had been incredibly disobedient. Blatantly so.

I understood after a moment that she was being bratty for me, which I love, because she's giving me an excuse to punish her. It's her way of "asking for it."

So I dug deep. Thought back to days when I was just a young buck. I gave her a tug on the back of her hair and whispered in hear ear.

"Go outside and cut yourself a switch. A thin one."

This caused a moment of confusion to cross her doll features. Then a moment of curiosity. She went outside with my case knife.

It was gorgeous. Long and thin, when swung it made a phenomenal "whoosh" as if cutting the air in half.

30 minutes later, she was still plugged. Her pussy filled, her phenomenal ass criscrossed with little thing welts, she was gasping and dripping, making a mess of the sheets. I gave her another swift crack. She groaned into the pillow--I'd graciously allowed her to bite into one, mostly to preserve the sleep of our neighbors. Another. Then another.

"Have we learned a lesson?"

"...Please fuck me. Please."

"Well, that didn't answer my question at all."

I gave her clit a fleeting rub, causing her body to tense up. Then we resumed things.

Quick Smut Volume 2: Summer Sweat

The heat has come to us with full force, low-nineties temperatures making life nearly unbearable. But there's this golden period for some real dirty sexual fun.

I've lead her into our bedroom around 6:30pm, as the heat is just coming down from it's most punishing peak. Our room is sweltering. We use it to our advantage, though, making out and struggling against one another all at the same time. Foreplay: wrestling. Until our sheets are a tangled mess, one end in her mouth as I nudge me knee between her thighs, feeling the supreme dampness of her. I devour her and she can barely breathe, there's nothing but hot sticky air for her lungs...

Our bodies, slapping together wetly, usher in the cool night like a symphony that only we know the sheet music to.

Quick Smut Volume 1: New Hair

I had recently ordered her to stop shaving. I like a nice smooth surface as much as the next guy, but part of me really wanted to see what it would be like.

Fast forward to nearly a month later. She was getting prodigiously bushy, which created a great starkness of color against the almost pure white of her skin and the pink of her pussy.

And oh my, the fun we had. She's a bit of a pain pig, if she asks me to stop and I do, she'll become kinda perturbed by the whole thing ( another way our power dynamic is a bit odd, I suppose ). I should keep hurting her. She wants me to break her down into rubble. She wants me to destroy her and then have her thank me for it. And she most certainly wants me to grab a handful of that soft downy hair, like adornments to a temple, and pull as hard as I can while my fingers, tongue, and cock turn her into a whimpering mess.