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Posted by on May 23, 2011 in BDSM, Erotic writing | 3 comments

Hitch :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 14 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut.

With so many great writers of smut and erotica on Twitter and the web I thought it would be a nice idea to get a smutty blog carnival going. For writers or would be writers a weekly prompt will get you writing and as a reader well you’ll be able to get your fix of sexy stories all in one go.

All you need to do to join in is to write a story using this week’s prompt #hitch and then;

  • Blog it – post it on your blog then come back here and add it to the link list.
  • Tweet it – write it on twitter using the prompt hashtag and the #wankwednesday hashtag
  • Add it – if you don’t want to blog or tweet it then please do add it as comment to my post
  • WE it – if you are a member at Word Ejaculation you can submit with them too, just remember to link back to me here and to add your entry to the link list.

A couple of housekeeping points;

  • Please include a link back to this post in your post, if not I’ll remove it from the link list.
  • Please take the time to read and comment on some of the other posts, it is after all about writing and encouraging writing.

Thank you for writing and reading.

This weeks prompt

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Hitch

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Amy flexed her wrists, circled her hands and inspected the red lines that marked her skin.  Her ankles bore the same.

She tasted the red flesh with the tip of her tongue, surprised to not find it hotter than the surrounding flesh.  The passion that had infused through her should, she thought, have flamed faintly still in the rope shadows.

Her fingers took up a length of rope and practiced knots, small repetitive motions forming loops and swirls with the rope.  She held the dense silk to her tongue tasting that too, here was her passion.  Sweat and slick want measured in hitches and holds.  She remembered the feel of it, tight biting into her wrist and angle joints, bound together doubling her over and exposing the holes of her cunt and arse for exploration and invasion with fingers, tongues, cocks and whatever tools her master chose for her.

Amy felt the familiar welling in her, desire and shivering fear edged delight.  The supple rope slithered through her fingers pulling her tactile memory and response from her.  She was owned and wrapped and lost all by this simple length.

She smiled.

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Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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3 Comments

  1. I *like* this, short and sweet

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  2. Mmm, the fond recollections, feeling the marks…love it!

    Reply

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