Category: Erotica

  • The Anal Slave: End Of Week Performance Huddle

    SETTING: A quiet patio in the morning, followed by a home office. The atmosphere is crisp and professional, mirroring a high-stakes corporate environment where the "asset" provides a tactical brief on service efficiency.

    SUMMARY: A mid-quarter "Performance Huddle" where The Slut delivers a data-driven audit of her anal utility. Tracking frequency against the baseline, she translates physical intimacy into actionable metrics, including standard deviations, week-over-week growth percentages, and compounding quarter-end capacity forecasts.


    SCENE 1

    The living room. Morning.

    HER: Good morning, Sir. Your coffee is on the table outside. So are your cigarettes and two lighters. I’ll wait here for your return.


    SCENE 2

    Later. The home office. The "Quarterly Status Reporting" meeting begins.

    HIM: Ok. Let me hear it.

    HER: One hundred, forty-nine, and a half Slut butts fucked, Sir.

    HIM: What number is that?

    HER: That number is how many times this reporting period that your Slut has taken you in her butt.

    HIM: Hah. Good to know. How are we doing for the week?

    HER: This week you’ve fucked this Slut’s butt 21 times. Quarter to date, 21 times in my butt in a week is a half deviation point over the weekly mean average.

    HIM: Haha. Hashtag consistency.

    HER: Yes sir. You do seem to enjoy my butt very much. Do you want more detailed information, Sir?

    HIM: Go.

    HER: Week over week you’ve increased my anal service by roughly 2.5%. Meaning you penetrate me anally one additional time every two weeks. Do you want to hear the growth projections?

    HIM: Go.

    HER: Taking into account our current rate of growth… By the end of this quarter’s reporting period you will have anal sex in me approximately 23.7 times a week. Plus or minus 1.18 times.

    HIM: Not bad. And how do you feel about these projections?

    HER: It is with much pleasure that your Slut gives you anal service. My butt is for your pleasure. Your pleasure is for my pleasure. Personally, i like seeing the charts showing the consistent uptick of my anal service to you, Sir.

    HIM: Has it been updated?

    HER: Yes. It’s been updated with everything: Last night. The future projections and forecasts i mentioned earlier. Also the assumption you will have pleasure in my butt at the conclusion of this meeting or after breakfast.

    HIM: Thorough.

    HER: I take my service to you very seriously, Sir.

    HIM: Anything else?

    HER: Yes… But it’s all in the Power Point slides. Handjobs. Beach Blowjobs. Meals cooked. Number of nudes sent during work. Number of head pats earned. It’s all there.

    HIM: Good.

    HER: I can grab your tablet so that you can read the notes while I make breakfast.

    HIM: And what about our special projects?

    HER: (Silence) That tracker is in a different file, Sir. It’s in the folder called “Section 28”.

  • The Menu: Chapter 1 [Sexy Story Kiosk]

    SETTING: A private bedroom, late at night. The glow of a television provides the only light.

    SUMMARY: A power-dynamic ritual between a man and his partner, known here as "The Simp." As they wind down with a cooking competition show, the conversation shifts from culinary "mystery ingredients" to "The Menu"—a curated collection of the woman’s past sexual exploits intended to arouse.


    SCENE 1

    Soft blue light from the TV flickers across the room. The air hums with anticipation.

    HIM: Simp!

    HER: (Silence. Footsteps approaching.) Yes, Simp Master?

    HIM: I’m ready for bed.

    HER: Yes Sir, Simp Master. Please give me a minute to get ready.

    HIM: Aight. I’ll find something on TV. Then I’ll go shower too.


    SCENE 2

    Later. The murmur of a cooking show fills the background.

    TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Your mystery ingredients are: Canadian beets. Pork tongue. Saffron oil. Melted Colombian Queso.

    HIM: Get over here. Come lay on my chest.

    HER: With pleasure, Sir.

    HIM: (Chuckling) I think I could make that basket work. Never used tongue before but I’ll bread that shit up and fry it.

    HER: The Simp agrees, Simp Master. I’d make an open-faced grilled tongue and onions on toast with homemade saffron & parmesan fries. Your Simp can cook her ass off, Simp Master.

    HIM: Heh. Keep on. You gone be getting your ass up to cook. This shit’s making me hungry.

    HER: Just let me know, Sir. It is my pleasure to cook for you.

    HIM: Umm hmm… I’m horny. Let’s go.

    HER: As you wish, Simp Master.


    SCENE 3

    Under the covers. The mood has shifted to something darker, more intimate.

    HER: Does that feel good, Simp Master? Do you want my Simp hands tighter or looser on your dick? Like that? Slower?

    HIM: That’s it. You got it. No more questions.

    HER: Do you want to hear the menu, Simp Master?

    HIM: Yeah. Let’s hear it.

    HER: The Menu. Want to hear about the time I gave a dude a handjob at our favorite bar in the French Quarter?

    HIM: (Silence.)

    HER: Do you want to hear about when I sucked three Australian dudes off in a hostel in Prague?

    HIM: (A grunt.)

    HER: Do you want me to tell you about when I would dress up as Tsunade from Naruto and suck anonymous dicks through a glory hole?

    HIM: Lol. No. Why is that even in the menu? Take that out. When did I have you add that? Whatever… Doesn’t matter.

    HER: As you wish, Simp Master. I will not mention that specific story until you ask me for it.

    HIM: Thanks. Sounds hot tho.

    HER: Every night I’m a filthy slut for my Boyfriend. I jerk my boyfriend’s dick and take a mouthful of his cum every night. Without failure. Without hesitation. Without question. Do you want to hear more about my whore hands and my whore mouth?

    HIM: I’ll save that for tomorrow morning. Don’t forget. Wake me up with that.

    HER: Yes, Sir. Tomorrow morning I will wake you up with another handjob and tell you how much dick I jerk and how much cum gets dumped in my mouth.

    HIM: Can’t wait.

    HER: Shall the Simp proceed, Simp Master?

    HIM: Let’s go.

    HER: When I was a Consultant for Accenture, we had to travel every week for work. I used to suck my coworker’s dick on Alaska Airlines red-eye flights to and from Los Angeles airport. Do you want to hear about how dirty your Simp was and how much dick she was sucking in coach?

    HIM: Hmm… Nah. I don’t think I want a story today.

    HER: Yes, Simp Master.

    HIM: I want to hear the Simp tell me how much she loves her Simp Master.

    HER: Yes, Simp Master. Can I show you my love for you with my mouth, Simp Master?

    HIM: Ehh… Surprise me.

    HER: As you wish, Simp Master. Can you pull your shorts down for me, Sir?