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Mini-kink-Bingo: Vanilla

Jan9

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This takes place in year 8.

“Honey, I’m home.” Yngvi took off his hat and coat and hung them on the coatrack.

“Welcome home, darling. Dinner’s almost ready.” Kees planted a firm kiss on Vi’s cheek. For the occasion, he was dressed in a frilly apron and pearl necklace over his slacks and t-shirt. He handed Yngvi a martini. “How was your day at the office?”

“Exhausting.” Vi took a seat in the leather armchair they’d bought for this, and put his feet up on the ottoman Kees brought him “Thanks, doll, you’re a dear.”

He pulled Kees in for a kiss before they started laughing.

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Mini-kink-Bingo: Exposed

Jan8

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This takes place in year 10.

“What did I tell you?” Accalon’s voice was warm against Orlaith’s ear. It didn’t help.

“If I used my power again…” She gulped. “Couldn’t I just have a bikini top or something?”

“If you used your power again what?”

“You would make sure I remembered why I shouldn’t. Sir.” He’d cuffed her hands at the small of her back, so she couldn’t cover herself. “Won’t Luke complain?”

“Eventually. But it’s a Saturday.” He clipped a leash to her collar: that, the cuffs, and the thong panties were all he’d allowed her to wear. “Come.”

“Everybody will stare!”

“That’s the idea.”

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Kink Bingo Mini-Story, Size don’t matter none

Jan8

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This takes place post-apoc, say around Year 20.

“Well.”

Magnolia looked down at the… little man. He was, as far as she could tell, a fully-grown adult who came just about to her waist. “Now aren’t you something and a half?”

“Where it counts.” There was no mistaking that smile for anything other than pure flirtation. “And I’m sure I could make a beautiful lady like you quite happy.”

“Well, honey, you’re welcome to give it a try.” If that Change didn’t beat all else, she didn’t know what did. And it nothing else, his arm looked about the right size. “Come on back to my place, darlin.”

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Kink-Bingo Mini-Story: Up up down down left right B A start

Jan8

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Um. This was an attempt to get in all the not-used-yet squares around “enemas,” so: bodies and body parts, rough body play, painplay, mechanical/technological, bodily secretions, and penance/punishement. In 100 words.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

The mistress tightened the straps.

“Yes’m.” The Machine enveloped Engel, its metal joints whispering threats.

“Why?” She pushed a button, and his feet rose without his volition. The feet. Always the feet.

“I,” he gulped. “I liked her feet, Mistress.”

“Always the feet. Did she cry?” The Machine tilted back, until his feet were above his head.

“She moaned, Mistress.”

“Did she bleed?” The blades of the Machine would not kill him, but they liked his blood. The pain, exquisite, was sill second to the helplessness and the metal embrace.

“No, Mistress.” But he would.

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: In Public

Jan7

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This takes place Christmas Vacation, Year Nine.

“This is awfully public.” Amadeus was squirming. Ciara tried not to laugh at him.

“It’s a mall, Amadeus, the point of it is to be public.”

“What if someone sees us?” He was wriggling in earnest now, somehow not dislodging the loose knot tying his wrists behind his back.

“You said you wanted a kiss, didn’t you?”

“I said I wanted you to kiss me. Not… like this!”

“Well, this is how I want to kiss you.” She set her hands on his shoulders. “If you’re quiet, the sales clerk might not notice we’re here.”

“Key…” He, reluctantly, fell quiet.

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: Enemas

Jan7

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This takes place early in Year Ten.

“This is…” Aleron craned to look at Miryam, and then decided he didnt want to be looking. “Odd. Uncomfortable… in a new way.”

She smiled at him. “You’re doing fine, lover.” As always, the smile and the praise combined to make him feel giddy and a little sick. “You want to be all clean, don’t you?”

“I…” He lost words for a few minutes. “Have never been cleaner. Really.” He squirmed at the sensations. “You know I’m not a virgin, with guys, right?”

“You told me.” She patted his side. “But everyone’s more or less a functional virgin before Addergoole.”

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: Tattoos

Jan7

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This takes place during year Seven.

“I want to mark you.” Her fingers slid over his back, leaving trails of ice behind them.

Hemlock shivered, and didn’t look up. He couldn’t have if he’d wanted to, and he didn’t want to see her expression.

He didn’t answer, either. He knew what was coming.

Her fingers, again. The murmured workings. The soft pricks, like a tattoist’s needle, although he knew if he could look, he’d see no needle.

“What…?” he finally asked, when his Keeper’s cool hand rested on his back, soothing.

“It’s in the Old Tongue.” She caressed the swollen area. “It marks you as Mine.”

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MicrominiTinyfics

Apr11

On the Premises does these occasional mini-contests for its newsletter subscribers (it’s weekly, if you’re interested).

This contest was “Tell, show, or evoke a complete story by writing exactly five sentences. Each sentence must be exactly five words long, for a total length of exactly 25 words.”

These are the three I didn’t submit.

She’d been there nearly forever. Mold grew across her shoulders. Birds nested in her hair. Wind chipped at her features. She’d promised that she’d wait.

I miss his warm presence. The way he held me. His skin bare against mine. The nighttime noises he made. I wish he hadn’t gone.

She huddled in the cold. Her skin was chapped, frostbitten. Her breath came in clouds. She’d been stuck for days. Did they even miss her?

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