I think my piece called 'Obedience In Bloom' will do nicely for this week's #kinktober #sveros writing prompt. Enjoy you beautiful little heathens 💋🖤🧎🏽‍♀️⛓️

I think my piece called 'Obedience In Bloom' will do nicely for this week's #kinktober #sveros writing prompt. Enjoy you beautiful little heathens 💋🖤🧎🏽‍♀️⛓️
brown eyes stare at me
my cock lodged in your throat
you are my good girl
She sat there on her knees patiently. He kept her there for a while with her hands in her lap. She was told to just be ready for him, like a good girl.
He walked over to her and let his cock rest on her lips as he caressed her chin. “That’s my good girl, he said” as he grabbed her hair.
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You're not gentle. Tears stream down my reddened cheeks and my throat tightens on you. There's a desperate need for air, and you are denying me that, which is your right.
But when your hand tightens in my curls and your breathy voice utters a need-filled, "Good Girl," I melt into my role.
I like him for his good. Sweet on it. In his choices, I see others; if it affects you, he won't forget. Troubles him terribly, poor boy. I make him safe, then, by letting him know: I am safe. My lips crushed in his grasp, and a dead leer. No cautious angst left to withhold him.
I sit, your collar in my hand. The black and purple leather feels soft as I turn it over, listening to the chime of the small silver bell against the tag reading “good girl”.
You’re not here. Not home. I pick up my phone, open to your name.
Come to me, now my pet . I’m waiting.
Your erotica prompt for Tuesday, October 6 is “good boy/girl.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun and happy #kinktober!
I watch as the rope bites around your neck. Holding tight, I look into your eyes. Watching the lights fade and then flutter close.
You trust me, with everything, with you. And as you go limp I release. Catching you, holding you tight I kiss you deep.
“No. You’re mine. My pet.”
#sveros
Rope is comfort. It's an exercise in trust. I lift my hair as you wrap its rough texture around my neck. I ache for release. For calm. For quiet.
I drop to my knees with a mere look from you. Your hand doesn't lower with me and my knees don't touch the ground. Gray soon fades to black.
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Lisa looked over the collection she found there. Scarfs and ropes in so many colors. Paddles, crops, and whips in various sizes and designs. A couple of other pieces of smaller sex furniture that could fit in her closet. And a sex swing that they had yet to try out.
Crystal struggled against bonds that bit into her skin, wincing. But the pain was nothing compared to the need that coated her thighs and ran down her legs, as she helplessly watched David disrobe.
He chuckled. “Pathetic. My little rope bunny, isn’t that right?
“Yes, sir,” she whined.
Your erotica prompt for Monday, October 5 is “rope.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
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Your hand around my ankle.
My toes curling instinctively.
Your mouth close enough
to make me forget how to breathe.
You paused.
I looked at you.
And that wicked smile said—
not yet....
New to the writing prompt group, not new to writing erotica. Hope you all enjoy! #sveros
And I realize I forgot…