An early morning hike took her far past the hills surrounding the house, into the valley where the creek ran. She struggled to take off her heavy boots so she could soak in the cold mountain water, slipping her feet under the surface, stroking the mossy rocks with her toes, goose bumps rising on her skin from the chill of it.
Following the trail further north, she passed a mob of wallabies grazing by the … Continue Reading
Yesterday I woke up with an F/m fiction story almost fully formed in my mind.
This has never happened. NEVER.
I don’t write fiction, I just don’t get story ideas like that, and long form isn’t my strength. When I’ve tried to force it (and I have tried), the result feels contrived, flat. I’m reluctant to say ‘I’m not good at it’ for fear of jinxing what I’m writing now, but I have thought that … Continue Reading
I take him by surprise, from sweetness to sprung energy, I grab him by the throat and shove him backwards, fast, sudden. He almost loses his balance, his eyes widen, he thuds into the wall just as he starts to flail.
I wonder if he will fight me. I want to see it. I watch the flash of defiance, maybe even anger: The injustice, the patronising cuntery of it.
“You know I can beat you,” … Continue Reading
I’ve really been wanting to write more, and one of my ideas is a semi-autobiographical little femdom novella.
Semi-autobiographical because I have no imagination.
Little because long form narratives really aren’t my strength.
Femdom because ‘duh’.
I have settled on fleshing out a relationship from my younger days.
As a newbie dominant, I dated a beautiful younger submissive man who was a steel artist. He used to create his art in a kind of foundry … Continue Reading
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She felt feral when she was around him, reduced to some base animal that had to have him. She circled around him; wary, watching, distracted by others, curt nods soon sending them away. He knew she was there, of course he knew. But he never … Continue Reading
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“Oh baby,” she whispered.
He opened his eyes slowly, lazy eyelashes fluttering as if they were weighted, as if it took all of his strength to manoeuvre them open. He managed a moment’s connection, catching her gaze briefly before they closed again.
“Hmmm?” It wasn’t … Continue Reading
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Her breath was coming in desperate gasps, she wasn’t able to get enough oxygen into her lungs.
She doubled over for a moment to rest, sucking at the air.
“Nearly there, ten more,” he said.
She glanced up at him with a look of exhausted hatred. He tried to look encouraging, but it came off as a smirk, he shrugged.
She dropped back … Continue Reading
Snippet from fiction WIP by Sharyn Ferns