Written in Kink

Happen to know that this guy has a CNC story on his "write this you lazy c*nt" list

CNC because I love that we have a safe word and I love that we have boundaries and it means I can frighten you and paralyse you and use you and fill you.

I want to rebuild your nervous system, but first I want to destroy it.

No sex, but can I trace invisible patterns on your back with my fingers?

No sex, but can rub the tension out of your calves while we watch TV?

No sex, but can I place my head between your thighs and rest my hand against your cunt?

No sex, but can we kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and --

I make exactly two concessions to the fact she is anything more than a toy I can abuse: one, I listen for her safe word or her safe gesture which will pierce through all of this chaos and immediately stand me down. Two, I place my hand between the back of her head and the wall so she doesn't get knocked out as I fuck my way through her face.

There aren't many men I'd trust to write the kind of aggressive kinky #AudioPorn I'm editing right now... but @jmseaborn.bsky.social is one of 'em. The first sentence about safe words allows me to genuinely enjoy the hotness of 'fuck my way through her face' 👌

Sunday night blues. Shall we go out?

Or shall I invite a few friends round and I'll sit behind you on the bed, order you spread to your legs and make you touch yourself while I whisper degrading filth into your ear so they all watch you and choke their cocks until they come all over their hands.

From the archive. I wrote once. Here's the proof.

I want to fill you with cum.

Sorry. That was crude. I want to fill you with my desire. My obsession. My need.

I want to fill you with my strength. My passion. My excitement.

I want to take everything we are, all that power, all that love, and thrust it into you.

I want to fill you with cum.

He remembers.

You don't talk anymore and no one can tell, but he remembers how your hair smells and he remembers the sound of your gentle snore, and he remembers what you sing in the shower and how your eyes shone in the dark.

He doesn't talk about it. He doesn't write about it.

But he remembers.

Well.

Always trying to project that I am calm and in control, but I can see from the bruises on your thighs, the slap marks on your breasts and the cum smeared all over your face, that perhaps things got away from me for a moment there.

I know you're shy, and you can blush and squirm if you like, but I'm still going to make you spread your legs right in front of my face and show me how you make yourself come.

A year? Damn I need to write more.

OBJECTIONABLE FILTH.

CN: dark feelings, jealousy, anger, intensity. It’s very good.

“From the tube station to the flat it's a 12 minute walk but I will be there in 8.” 👌

This was soooo intense!

This is fantastic. Love your writing 😊❤️

Of course check the tags first, but if you're looking for a new, intense, brilliantly written story today, this is it 👇🏻

She Fucked Another Man She fucked another man.   While I was at work she fucked another man.   While I was writing reports, and holding meetings, and manag…

I wrote a story about a Dom who snaps his sub back into place after she fucks another man.

Notes: consensual degradation, emotion, aggression, jealousy, possessiveness

www.writteninkink.com/blog/she-fuc...

She Fucked Another Man She fucked another man.   While I was at work she fucked another man.   While I was writing reports, and holding meetings, and manag…

New story "She Fucked Another Man".

A Dom who has to reclaim his sub after she fucks another man, over @writteninkink.bsky.social

www.writteninkink.com/blog/she-fuc...

Planning your morning outfit.

Bruises on your breasts, bite marks on your thighs, the words "Daddy's whore" written on your tummy and my cum in your cunt.

Oh. You meant what *clothes* should you wear tonight.

Story: Her touch.

I don't know what I am missing.

I just know I feel damaged, lonely, afraid and unloved.

I feel undesired. I feel unsexy. I look at myself in the mirror and just see a hulking, depressive mess.

There is nothing there. I am absent. A punching bag for small men with small power.

Look writing is just words and this has words, which means it counts as writing and I will fight you on this.

pink background - looks like a misty landscape but no... it's a series of Ruby Glow Ride on toys - words FrolicMe New Story in white

Road trip by JM seaborn - book cover showing lovers kissing outside up against their car on a lovely summer day

new audio story lazy Sunday written by JM Seaborn – image shows pic of two lovers enjoying the newspapers together

It's a JM Saeborn @jmseaborn.bsky.social erotic double bill over at FrolicMe today - Road Trip story and a very sexy audio... enjoy!
www.frolicme.com/erotic-autho...

This is very exciting. Also, other people reading my work? 🤯

Tying your hands behind your back so I can then lift you up and drop you down onto my cock like the helpless fuck toy you really are.

You say that you're no good with words. That you can't find the right ones to reassure me.

But moaning as we kiss is reassurance.

Bucking your hips against my hand is reassurance.

Burying your face in my arsehole is reassurance.

Sleeping on my chest is reassurance.

You don't need words.

The wishlist: He fulfils her ravishment fantasy | Girl on the Net She confesses what she wants: there's a wishlist. Make her struggle, degrade her. Shame her for this. Then Daddy fulfils her ravishment fantasy...

It ain't always easy to write consent into a piece of ravishment #erotica, but this #AudioPorn by @jmseaborn.bsky.social is, I think, a really excellent example of how to do it...

www.girlonthenet.com/blog/wishlis...

From earlier

Drawing of a little boy sitting with Superman on a bunk bed.

TW: Suicide discussion.
Today is National Suicide Prevention day. l'd like to re-write a short thread I've written before. And with it, share a picture. A picture that means more to me than any other physical object.