Cerise's Kink Bingo

[CeriseNoire]

I tried to avoid this challenge, but it's just too tempting. Hit me please, Stella

 

[Stella_Omega]

YOu get the first of the NEW ones!

 

[CeriseNoire]

YOu get the first of the NEW ones!

Yay, thanks

Ooh. I just looked at it. I like.

 

[CeriseNoire]

Dirty/Messy

Breakfast's on Me

Cherry terrycloth
on my coffee skin
invite his hungry hands.

A kiss, a touch,
a nibble,
and no fruit
remains forbidden.

Cravings
will not be denied.
Light meets dark,
skin on skin,
on alabaster tile.

Stiff (no whipping needed),
his desire trumps caution.
Milk and cream spill
from the table carelessly kicked.

Bittersweet chocolate curves,
coated wet and white:
this morning's only meal,
lest he be late.

 

[CeriseNoire]

Biting/bruises

Weakness

He's late again. She won't call him though. She got tired of that a while back. He said he'd be home at eight, and like an idiot she canceled her night out with the girls. It is now ten thirty. Serves her right.

The door opens. She crosses her arms.

"I'm home." He leans in for a kiss.

She leans back.

"Oh, come on, Babe."

"Don't call me that."

"What?"

"Babe. I told you a million times not to call me that. Reminds me of the smarmy slick types I used to date in college."

"Sorry, Baby, I—"

"That's even worse. Anyway, I'm going to bed." She turns her back to him.

"Wait." He places a hand on her shoulder. "I just got home." He takes a step closer.

"Yeah. I noticed."

"You're mad because I'm late? But they asked me to work overtime."

"No, I'm mad because you're an asshole."

"Calm down. I have to work, don't I?"

"Yeah. And God knows taking thirty seconds to call or text me is too much to ask for."

He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her to him. His breath on her neck is making her hair stand on end. "Come on. Don't be like that."

She struggles, trying to free herself. "Go to Hell."

He kisses the curve of her neck.

"Stop it. I'm not in the mood."

He bites, gently at first, then harder. Her body goes tense, and she moans.

Another bite on her shoulder, and she stops struggling. "I'm still mad, you know."

"Uh-huh." He's nibbling on her breasts. He holds her nipple between his teeth so he can speak. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have called."

"I'm serious, I—" She arches her back; she can feel the burn of his teeth on the soft flesh of her stomach now. She can feel herself getting wet. She looks at him making his way down her inner thigh, and she smiles at the sight of the reddish purple marks he's left on her skin. Tomorrow, when he's late again, she'll touch each one and let memories fill her with heat. Then she'll make herself come. For now she closes her eyes, and waits for the sting of the next bite.

 

[CeriseNoire]

Decided to approach this differently. Not quite random order despite appearances to the contrary.

 

[CeriseNoire]

Strap on

An Evening at the Jones' (a story in five lines)

"I'm scared."

"Why?"

"You're right. I should trust you."

"I'll be as gentle as you've always been."

"Oh fuck!" He said, as his wife's silicone cock swiftly plunged into his ass.

 

[CeriseNoire]

Tentacles

Untitled

Among your cocks,
wrapped in warmth,
my memories melt.

No more sorrow
for what you were; only
wishes that I
could offer you
enough concaves, curves, and crannies
to satisfy.