Author S. K. Nicholas

It takes more than a minute but less than five. Luckily for me, my leg holds out long enough to get the job done. It’s a sorry performance by all accounts, eclipsed only by the memories of a select few drunken encounters where I’d failed to get it up, or shot my load before I’d Read more

When I slide into her, she has her resting bitch face on, but as soon as she sees me squirm, she bursts out laughing. I’m squirming because I’ve got cramp in my lower right leg, and it hurts more than I thought possible. I want to get up and walk it off, yet I can’t Read more

On her back with her arms stretched out above her head, she lightly snores then wakes a few minutes later to find me observing her nude limbs like the voyeur I am. The mattress is soggy, and she squirms about giving me the evols. Lighting a cigarette, I go to speak, but the words don’t Read more

Thrashing around at my cruel touch, she arches her back as if in pain, and as the sound of flowing water rings in my ears the same as the sound of the wind chimes rattling behind her ribcage, the nature of her muffled cries tells me it’s almost time. Her moans are subdued, partly due Read more

Even though she doesn’t want me to speak, I can’t help but spit words into her ear. Some she hears, while others are distorted as the ever-increasing crackle of electricity fries her mushy, mess of a brain. The electricity rises from her clit up the length of her spine before flowering inside her jigsaw piece Read more

A clear liquid dribbles down the inside of her thighs the same as the two streams of saliva that dribble from the corners of her mouth. The saliva is thick with blueberry muffin. Licking it from her chin, I taste not food but obsession. The obsession of wishing not only to devour her body but Read more

With the muffin within licking distance of her searching mouth, I keep it agonisingly out of reach. She plays the game well, yet soon grows frustrated. When it goes on for too long, and she’s about to erupt into a ball of fleshy fury, I let her get in another lick. Each taste from each Read more

She gasps and sticks her tongue out, tonguing some invisible entity by my left ear. Looking out the corner of my eye, I see nothing, but to her, there’s something there. It infuriates her. Perhaps it’s some lingering demon from her childhood, or the spectre of an ex-lover she wishes dead—it’s hard to say. Baring Read more

As I moved from her navel to her left breast in search of a new taste, she sensed the faraway look on my face. I always had a faraway look on my face, but not usually during sex. Not that I was aware of, anyhow. “What are you thinking about?” she frowned. Greedily suckling her Read more