You say that you're no good with words. That you can't find the right ones to reassure me. But moaning as we kiss is reassurance. Bucking your hips against my hand is reassurance. Burying your face in my arsehole is reassurance. Sleeping on my chest is reassurance. You don't need words.

It ain't always easy to write consent into a piece of ravishment #erotica, but this #AudioPorn by @jmseaborn.bsky.social is, I think, a really excellent example of how to do it... www.girlonthenet.com/blog/wishlis...

From earlier

TW: Suicide discussion. Today is National Suicide Prevention day. l'd like to re-write a short thread I've written before. And with it, share a picture. A picture that means more to me than any other physical object.

Morning bump for this so that as I put on my white collar and fire up my quarterly results presentation, I can pretend that, really, I'm a writer.

This story attracted two scam people/bots to DM me so it must be good.

CW: CNC You wake up feeling sore. Your thighs hurt. Your scalp aches. Your nipples feel raw & sensitive. You're lying on your front but you don't sleep on your front... Your thighs hurt. No, they ache. The light though the curtains is dim. It's early. You never wake before your alarm.

She presented her open throat. I stretched her open throat. I used her open throat. Tonight, she's not a professional or a friend or a daughter or a girlfriend. Tonight, she's just an open throat.

Sometimes when I'm writing, I get very taken with a particular phrase or term, and I end up falling in love with it, and over using it for a spell. Right now, that phrase is: "open throat".

I am not dominant. ... www.writteninkink.com/blog/i-am-no...

I wrote a piece over at @writteninkink.bsky.social about how he is NOT dominant. Or is he. www.writteninkink.com/blog/i-am-no...

Hi new followers. You seem nice. Periodically, I republish this piece because it helps to know I spoke about it and that it exists in the world. I also hope it will help men look after themselves better than I did. TW for sexual coercion. Password: Kite. www.writteninkink.com/p/the-kite/

“If you don’t stop,” he gasps, “I’m gonna come.” www.girlonthenet.com/blog/stop-or... NEW blog, about a gift I desperately wish I could give to the people I fuck… stunning sexy art by @stuartcb.bsky.social ❤️

I know you don't really like your stomach and you're entitled to your opinion. I'll show you mine when I pause there on my journey down to devour your cunt so I can kiss it and lick it.. Or show you how sexy it is by covering it with warm cum so you glisten.

Last call

This was fun to write. Morning, pervs. Hope this one had an effect.

Story from over there.

"You're not the only one with power" she says. It's cute that she says that. Cuter that she thinks that. And funny that she says it when she's on her knees in front of me, lapping at my balls and working my cock with her soft hand. She's where I told her to be, and is doing what I told her to do.

Ok it's finished. Sometimes I have a really bad day and need to write something to feel creative. This is that something. It's a little different. Hope you like it.

Good morning. Have a good day at work.

Okey doke, so let's take a minute to talk about the new Superman movie. I really, really loved it. It lit up my 44 year old brain with joy and hope but critically, I think it's going to make NEW Superman fans. This might be the PROUDEST comic book movie I have ever seen.

I'll give you a break from the pressures of your life and brainwash you into the simplicity of service. In return, will you worship me like a king and trick me into believing I'm not a loser

While I'm away, I've set the Patreon discount to a massive 25% for annual subs. Now is a good time to get on board, then when I get back I will get a magic little thrill if loads of new people have joined the team. www.patreon.com/girlonthenet

I absolutely do want to tell you about my day. I just want to tell you about it after I've gripped the back of your neck, forced your face into the bed, kicked your ankles apart and violated you under my vast and crushing weight. Knowing my cum is leaking out of you really helps me focus.

Fuck, running late for work. Have to quickly iron a shirt, down my coffee, and pump cum onto your peaceful, sleeping face.

I know what you want to hear. I know you want to see me at my most ferocious, most overwhelming, most insatiable. To run you over and leave you for dead in a complete mess. I can't. Not tonight. I need skin. I need touch. I need reassurance. The Dom will return, but tonight, I need you.

Story: Hurricane TW: CNC I'm never this. I wasn't this before and I won't be this later. Normally I am measured, considered, deliberate, calm. Normally I'm in my right mind. But I'm not. I know it from the volcano in my chest but she knows it from the force with which I threw her to the ground.

Writing this on the fly. Come and join me.

Really happy with this piece I wrote over at Frolic Me. It has some of my favourite things: ✅ Legs ✅ Power shift ✅ Legs Click the link to watch the video and read my story. www.frolicme.com/stories/shor...

When she straightens my tie.

We're not going to fuck. Just a goodnight kiss. Just a brief pressing of lips. Just a moment to feel your breath in my mouth. To feel your tongue. Your fingers curling in my chest. Your leg moving up my thigh. The smallest involuntary moan. "I'm your fuck toy, Daddy". Oh. We're going to fuck.

*TW CNC* It's not ideal for you to wake up while I'm fucking you, but I'm much bigger and heavier than you and it's very easy to pin you into place and crush you into the mattress so I can finish up and soak you with cum.

Focus on the meeting. Your boss has actions. Don't think about melting against my frame. Don't think about my fingers in your hair, curling into a fist so I can drag you to bed. Don't think of the pretty decorative bruises you'll wear. Or my cum in your arsehole. Focus on the meeting.

Greed. I want to know your favourite poem, what you had for lunch & all about your first kiss. I want to hear you gasp when my cock violates your arsehole, see your face after it's been slapped, & feel the weight of your head on my chest once you're stretched, used, & brimming with cum. Greed.

Both things are true. Yes, I'm utterly besotted with you. I'm enthralled by your intelligence, your talent & all your accomplishments. And yes, I'm going to objectify you, bruise you and degrade you. I'm going to call you awful things and reduce you to little more than Daddy's little fuck toy.

www.writteninkink.com/blog/my-firs... My first #SinfulSunday just in time for the last one ever.

Dreading the week ahead. You can't do anything about Monday But you can push your neck into my palm. You can kiss me in the shower. You can grip my cock with your needy cunt & you can call me Daddy You can open your throat & present it as a fuck sleeve at the edge of the bed It's not Monday yet.

Well I, a random passer-by on this social media platform, think this is a pretty good little ditty and you should read it.

Methods to test my writing: - Sending works to friends for notes - Throwing it onto social media - Pressing my fingers against your cunt and growling the words straight into your ear so that you blush, and moan, and shift your hips before simultaneously gripping and drenching my knuckles.

From @girlonthenet.bsky.social

Bed time scribble.

"How does it feel? When we are apart?" It feels like my heart can't find a resting rhythm. It feels like my hands are empty because they aren't pressed against your flesh. Like my mouth is dry because we aren't kissing. Like I have your scent in my nostrils even though you're miles away.

Wear my bruises because I can't be tamed. Carry my cum because I can't be tamed. Take me weight because I can't be tamed. Gasp for breath because I can't be tamed. Hold me close because I can't be tamed. Let me sleep on your chest because I can't be tamed. Make me feel safe. Because I can't.

Thread on the depiction of SA of men on television

On theme: this is the Kite piece that I wrote about a year ago. It's the only thing I've written there that is absolutely about me. It was somehow both sickening and liberating to get it out. It's deeply personal so be nice. TW: sexual coercion Password: Kite www.writteninkink.com/p/the-kite/

Love this from @girlonthenet.bsky.social www.girlonthenet.com/blog/love-do...

Love love love this

Well, I wrote "Daddy's fuck toy" on my sub's thigh, and she has my finger marks all over her fragile and submissive body, so yes, I have had quite a busy morning.

I'm never, ever going to touch you without being absolutely sure that you want me to. Now that you know that, you're free struggle and wriggle and whimper under my weight while I overwhelm you and rip you to fucking pieces.