Free smut Tuesday. CW kinky gay smut

No booboo. I’m serious. This is what beloved friends would call, big dickin fight club. You’ve been warned.

BUT I will put it under a cut just in case. I wrote this yesterday. I haven’t written anything dirty in a minute. I was recommended some erotica to someone and this happened. Generally unedited. ENJOY them feels in your pants babe. Even if you’re not gay….just enjoy pantsfeels.

Hold Me Down

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Flash Friday- Smutty edition.

I have had a hell of a week. So how about some smutty flash fiction to start the weekend?

I have a terrible and wonderful love/obsession with Vagina Dentata.

Here, have this little dreamy piece about it.Next week, I’ll do a sample from my writing classes I’m working on featuring this piece and an exercise.

Enjoy.

Gia’s Secret

I blame my loudmouth roommate for this entire situation.

When JJ got home from her date with Gia.

I heard her say-

“Goddamn Gia is a toothy cunt.”

I think that is what she said. I don’t know I was too busy being drunk and low key in love with Gia.

What I heard was-

“Goddamn Gia has a toothy cunt.”

Had I not been so drunk I would have understood.

I was drunk because I had just broken up with my girlfriend and upon hearing that my roommate was going on a date with my crush I did the sensible thing. I bought an enormous bottle of cheap wine and took the couch.

JJ stopped to lean over the couch to look down at me.

“You should call Gia and ask her out on a date. She is way more your type than mine. And you should probably go to bed. You’re really drunk.”

I don’t remember JJ putting me in bed or stripping me. I do remember her taking my bag of chips away and putting a bottle of water on my nightstand.

After she left me, I lay there turning over the idea of Gia in my head.

My cunt started to burn, I felt the blood moving, my lips swelling and wanting to be touched. I waited, thinking about JJ’s comment.

“Gia has a toothy cunt.”

Toothy cunt, toothy cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured her fine, lean brown body. I’d seen her naked before. Shit, I’ve seen almost all of my friends naked. We have stripped together, tricked together, been photographed together. Yet, I could not remember if I had seen teeth or not.

Gia is sleek where I am not. She is muscled and tight, catlike and androgynous in a classic kind of way. I wonder if she still has that precision trimmed bush, verdant in a tightly controlled way that is beyond sexy. My fingers move between my own thighs as I imagine the topography of her cunt.

Are her lips dark like the ones on her face? Do they have that petulant mean curve, do they fold soft and wrinkly as wilting fern fronds? Could I get them to swell and spread with just one finger? Just one finger dragged slowly just where they protrude, just a tickle. Just enough to promise more but not enough to deliver.

I saw myself with my face between her strong thighs, dipping my tongue into the crenulated secrets of her cunt before peeling her lips open to tickle her sharp secret teeth.

Eyes closed I imagined dipping my tongue just inside her, just enough to feel the slick of teeth on the tip of my tongue.

Unwise as the desire might be I wouldn’t recoil from the slick smoothness, I would smile against her. I could almost taste her, feel her lithe, muscular body twisting, warning me of the danger to come.

Against the backdrop of my closed eyes, I tried to paint her, lips full and dark, slick and revealing the barest sliver of deepest wet red. Wet as a screaming mouth full of danger.

I’d want her fuck hungry, ready to devour me whole.

I neared orgasm the world grayed out around me, I must have passed out because I woke up with a fuzzy mouth and my hand wedged between my thighs.

I couldn’t remember coming or not, but I did remember vivid dreams of a flash of teeth, old ivory buried inside hot wet red.

The beauty of my fixation is that I have a date with Gia tonight and I hope to come home tongueless.

 

Oh my..the queerness.

I am a queer identified person.

As a gay friend recently put it I am Queer As Fuck.

For a long time I tried very hard to keep the queerness out of a lot of my writing. I tried to keep my heterosexuals very heterosexual and my queers queer.

Recently I have been working on a bit of genderfuck heterosexual in um…theory smut and realized to my own bemusement that even my straight people are pretty fucking queer and that’s fine with me. It’s more than fine it’s delicious and this story (as it’s limping along, Gods but it’s taking forever to finish) is an extension of and expression of how I express my queerness.

If I’m going to be fancy, I want to help show people through my writing views that they might not think about. It does thrill me when someone tells me that despite some squeamishness something I’ve written turned them on. Back when I had a piece published at Velvet Mafia and I received several emails that did not believe me to be a woman I was thrilled.

When I write, smut especially one of my goals is to bring the reader into my dirty brain. I love it when my friends tell me that my stories are weird but gave them wood or made them feel uncomfortable and still turned on.

Once I finally stopped trying so hard to censor or stop myself from going dark places or places I thought other people would be uncomfortable my writing and how I write has improved so much.

I may not really do a lot of work these days trying to get my smut published but god damn do I love writing it. An excerpt. Monday I’ll see if I am finished with it enough to discuss the dynamics of the relationship I’m exploring here and the inspiration.

For reference, Sir is the cisgender female in this relationship who as you may surmise is armed with a strap on. And the boy is her cisgender male partner. As is frequently usual, I’m writing this from the male’s POV.

“Did I tell you to speak boy?”

“No, n-no Sir. No Sir.”

“Good. Now shut the fuck up and take it like a man.”

I start to tremble when I feel the lubed head of your cock pushing against my hole, I try to tilt my hips but it still hurts a little. You ease into me, I can’t help but buck back at you a little bit. I’m too eager now, I can’t stand your slow skilled tease.

For someone who only has a cock when she is in the mood you are among the best cocksman I have ever known. From the tightest tenderest first timer to the nasty greedy bottoms we play with on occasion everyone remarks upon your skill.