@strainedvoices.bsky.socialWhat’s that, little one? Flustered? Cat got your tongue?
I see. You thought you could flash your tits at me all evening, and I wouldn’t do anything about it. I wouldn’t pull you into a closet at this party and pin you to the wall, letting you feel how stiff you’ve made me.
You were wrong.
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialYour erotica prompt for Tuesday, September 29 is “flustered.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun!
@scarletaries09.bsky.social
@eroticscion.bsky.socialYour wet heat envelops me as I inch inside, a slow, agonizing conquest. "Feel me, baby," I rasp, "this is my home. Your pussy, it's my cock's domicile. Every thrust, every throb. It's where he lives, belongs to me. You're mine, all fucking mine."
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgOur domicile is broken. Decades of emotional and mental labor on top of physical have worn me down. I'm tired. I want to come home and stop *having* to do for both of us. I want to just breathe, or to cry if I need to instead of swallowing my emotions and pretending to breathe with you.
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialKate’s nose wrinkled as she entered Jo’s apartment. “This is the tawdry domicile where you reside?” she asked disapprovingly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Jo replied meekly.
“Fitting for a whore.”
Jo was on the surface mortified; but deeper down, she thrilled at the older woman’s scorn.
@ropeanndknotts.bsky.social@ropeanndknotts.bsky.socialTo Terri, her home was her sanctuary, her domicile of bliss, har oasis from the chaos of the world.
When Harry was there, her home was a “how many ways can I fuck Terri” theme park.
No, seriously.
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialYour erotica prompt for Monday, September 28 is “domicile.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun!
@scarletaries09.bsky.social
@eroticscion.bsky.socialThe most pleasurable dreams of The Great Dreamer, are maddening…
@clintonbrooks.bsky.socialThe life of a concubine isn't so bad. Access to shared bathing and sleeping quarters with eleven other women, all the food she could eat, and a gym are otherwise unaffordable luxuries to Mary.
So what if Master was fifty years old? He could still deliver the goods. Life is grand!
@strainedvoices.bsky.social“But my lady!” the girl cried, her head darting back and forth. “If your husband —“
“If my husband can have his fun with the royal concubines,” the queen replied, slipping a hand down the front of the girl’s skirt, watching her eyes close in bliss, “then I can too.”
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgIf he'd been nicer to both his concubine and his wife, he wouldn't be gasping his final breaths. Maybe his lovers wouldn't be laying beside him, enjoying the light touch and kiss of the other woman as he fades away. He certainly never would've died knowing their true expression of pleasure.
@kayserenda.bsky.social#sveros Her eyes looked black until you got close; then they were dark galaxies. Her skin was fuschia, except for where it became vivid red at her nipples and labia. The Emperor's prized concubine: a star-elf noblewoman who had entered his harem two years prior and overturned its balance of power.
@strainedvoices.bsky.socialYour erotica prompt for Friday, September 25 is “concubine.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun!
@kayserenda.bsky.social#sveros Hugging him, I feel his turgid cock pressing on my body just below my navel. Sliding my right hand between us, I let my index finger run up the side of him through the fabric of his swim briefs. I am vaguely aware of two other beachgoers talking shit about us. I don't care. Envious bitches.
@scarletaries09.bsky.social