A Day Late, But Not a Drabble Short

Between one thing and another, I looked up and realized that it’s Thursday. Or rather, I looked up and realized that it’s not Thursday any more, and I’d somehow forgotten to post.

This is going to be very short, because I need to stagger off to bed, but here, have a drabble. A drabble is a work of fiction that is precisely 100 words long, and for a while I was doing a ton of them. Happily enough, writing about 300 of them makes me pretty fast, and 100 words of smut is way easier to write than a real blog entry.

Her smile twisted like a corkscrew, and as she leaned closer, I couldn’t help but look down her shirt. In response, she slapped my face hard and tugged on my hair, making me yowl.

“I don’t think you’ve learned a goddamned thing,” she said, fingering the scar that ran from my ear to my chin.

“So teach me.”

“Lesson one,” she said slowly, sliding a finger in my mouth. “You will use that mouth precisely when, and where, I tell you to…”

I knelt on the floor, and spreading her legs, she showed me the where.

Coming Soon:
More Pornographic Novels
The 3 Kinkiest Things I Own


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